I am quite a wise old bird, but I am no desert hermit who can only prophesy when his guts are knotted with hunger. I am deep in the old man’s puzzle, trying to link the wisdom of the body with the wisdom of the spirit until the two are one.

The book forces itself into my mind when I am lugging furniture, or pulling weeds.

Women say . . . that if men had to have babies there would soon be no babies in the world. . . . I have sometimes wished that some clever man would actually have a baby in some new labor-saving way; then all men could take it up, and one of the oldest taunts in the world would be stilled forever.

The drama may be called that part of theatrical art which lends itself most readily to intellectual discussion: what is left is theater.

"There is no disputing about tastes," says the old saw. In my experience there is little else.

In my experience tact is usually worse than the brutalities of truth.

Only a fool expects to be happy all the time.