I tried to resist his overtures, but he plied me with symphonies, quartets, chamber music, and cantatas.

Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin - it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.

I found the pearl of the Orient slightly less exciting than a rainy Sunday evening in Rochester.

The main obligation is to amuse yourself.

The fact is that all of us have only one personality, and we wring it out like a dishtowel. You are what you are.

Where would the Rockefellers be today if old John D. had gone on selling short-weight kerosene ... to widows and orphans instead of wisely deciding to mulct the whole country.

If travel has taught me nothing more, and it certainly has, it's this: you never know when some trifling incident, utterly without significance, may pitchfork you into adventure or, by the same token, may not.