Man is not an end but a beginning. We are at the beginning of the second week. We are children of the eighth day

A man looks pretty small at a wedding, George. All those good women standing shoulder to shoulder, making sure that the knot's tied in a mighty public way.

Heaven's my destination.

There are the stars--doing their old, old crisscross journeys in the sky. Scholars haven't settled the matter yet, but they seem to think there are no living beings out there. Just chalk... or fire. Only this one is straining away, straining away all the time to make something of itself. Strain's so bad that every sixteen hours everybody lies down and gets a rest.

Ninety-nine percent of the people in the world are fools and the rest of us are in great danger of contagion.

Either we live by accident and die by accident, or we live by plan and die by plan.

The best part of married life is the fights. The rest is merely so-so.