A man’s bed is his cradle, but a woman’s is often her rack.

Most of the faint intimations of immortality of which we are occasionally aware would seem to arise out of Art or the materials of Art.

We [America] are a nation that has always gone in for the loud laugh, the wow, the belly laugh and the dozen other labels for the roll-’em-in-the-aisles gagerissimo.

This is the posture of fortune’s slave: one foot in the gravy, one foot in the grave.

Where most of us end up there is no knowing, but the hellbent get where they are going.

There are two kinds of light--the glow that illuminates, and the glare that obscures.

Human Dignity has gleamed only now and then and here and there, in lonely splendor, throughout the ages, a hope of the better men, never an achievement of the majority.

Why do you have to be a nonconformist like everybody else?

The only rules comedy can tolerate are those of taste, and the only limitations those of libel.

All human beings should try to learn before they die what they are running from, and to, and why.