You have made the moon,” The Jester said. “That is the moon.
The noblest study of mankind is Man, says Man.
Geep,′ whuppled the parrot.
To call such persons “humorists”, a loose-fitting and ugly word, is to miss the nature of their dilemma and the dilemma of their nature.
She has a memory of trees and fields and nothing more.
It is better to know some of the questions than all of the answers.
Women are wiser than men because they know less and understand more.
All men should strive to learn before they die, what they are running from, and to, and why.
Two is company, four is a party, three is a crowd. One is a wanderer.
Man is flying too fast for a world that is round. Soon he will catch up with himself in a great rear end collision.
Let us not look back in anger, nor forward in fear, but around in awareness.
Love is what you’ve been through with somebody.
Time is for dragonflies and angels. The former live too little and the latter live too long.
I think that maybe if women and children were in charge we would get somewhere.
You might as well fall flat on your face as lean over too far backward.
Man has gone long enough, or even too long, without being man enough to face the simple truth that the trouble with man is man.
Man is troubled by what might be called the Dog Wish, a strange and involved compulsion to be as happy and carefree as a dog.
Beautiful things don’t ask for attention.
Sanity, soundness, and sincerity, of which gleams and strains can still be found in the human brain under powerful microscopes, flourish only in a culture of clarification, which is now becoming harder and harder to detect with the naked eye.
But what is all this fear of and opposition to Oblivion? What is the matter with the soft Darkness, the Dreamless Sleep?