Comedy has to be done en clair. You can't blunt the edge of wit or the point of satire with obscurity. Try to imagine a famous witty saying that is n….

So much has already been written about everything that you can't find out anything about it..

In an extensive reading of recent books by psychologists, psychoanalysts, psychiatrists, and inspirationalists, I have discovered that they all suffe….

My grandmother lived the latter years of her life in the horrible suspicion that electricity was dripping invisibly all over the house. It leaked, sh….

These are the days of bootleg love..

Man is flying too fast for a world that is round. Soon he will catch up with himself in a great rear end collision..

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..

I never had a dog that showed a human fear of death. Death, to a dog, is the final unavoidable compulsion, the least ineluctable scent on a fearsome ….

Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility..

The trouble with the lost generation is that it didn't get lost enough..

This is the posture of fortunes slave: one foot in the gravy, one foot in the grave..

He who hesitates is sometimes saved..

Looks can be deceiving; it's eating that's believing..

There is no exception to the rule that every rule has an exception..

A wet dog is lovingest..

The nation that complacently and fearfully allows its artists and writers to become suspected rather than respected is no longer regarded as a nation….

The dog has got more fun out of Man than Man has got out of the dog, for the clearly demonstrable reason that Man is the more laughable of the two an….

Until a man can quit talking loudly to himself in order to shout down the memories of blunderings and gropings, he is in no shape for the painstaking….

When man gives up on reforming and inspiring society he also gives up his freedom..

The paths of glory at least lead to the Grave, but the paths of duty may not get you Anywhere..

It was Lisa, aged five, whose mother asked her to thank my wife for the peas we had sent them from our garden. 'I thought the peas were awful, I wish….