There's a pretty woman for ever lucky man in the world: every man in the world is a lucky man if he only knew it, so why waste time?

But who can speak to God, or rather who can't? The question is, who can get an answer?

What my children appear to be on the surface is no matter to me. I am fooled neither by gracious manners nor by bad manners. I am interested in what is truly beneath each kind of manners...I want my children to be people- each one separate- each one special- each one a pleasant and exciting variation of all the others

The mad also laugh, or is that what Freud and the others discovered perhaps, that only the mad laugh?

People are people. Don't be afraid of them.

Human greatness is a rather difficult thing to account for, and more often than not one is mistaken in one's hunches about somebody one has met.

The people you like when you meet them and while you know them, and the people you remember fondly, are invariably people who have a sense of comedy, not just a sense of humor.