While I had often said that I wanted to die in bed, what I really meant was that in my old age I wanted to be stepped on by an elephant while making love.

Life is full of doors that don't open when you knock, equally spaced amid those that open when you don't want them to.

If the liberal arts do nothing else they provide engaging metaphors for the thinking they displace.

Good-bye and hello, as always.

Death is the only limit to the road you travel.

Nobody steals books but your friends.

It would be nice if there were some one thing constant and unchanging in the universe. If there is such a thing, then it is a thing which would have to be stronger than love, and it is a thing which I do not know.