Soon we'll be out amid the cold world's strife. Soon we'll be sliding down the razor blade of life. But as we go our sordid sep'rate ways, We shall ne'er forget thee, thou golden college days. Hearts full of youth, Hearts full of truth, Six parts gin to one part vermouth.

Disclaimer: If anyone disagrees with anything I say, I am quite prepared to not only retract it, but also to deny under oath I ever said it.

There's ten stuffed heads in my trophy room right now, two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow.

I didn't feel the need for anonymous affection, for people in the dark applauding. To me, it would be like writing a novel and then getting up every night and reading your novel. Everything I did is on the record and, if you want to hear it, just listen to the record.

On my income tax 1040 it says 'Check this box if you are blind.' I wanted to put a check mark about three inches away.

In one word he told me the secret of success in mathematics: plagiarize; only be sure always to call it . . . research.

I went from adolescence to senility, trying to bypass maturity.