Lick your neighbor as yourself!

How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones?

I speak for an art ... weary of its puny exploits, weary of pretending to be able, of being able, of doing a little better the same old thing, of going a little further along a dreary road.

Birth was the death of him.

If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.

If you don't know where you are currently standing, you're dead.

I gave up before birth.