What baffles me is the comfort people find in the idea that somebody dealt this mess. Blind and meaningless chance seems to me so much more congenial – or at least less horrible. Prove to me that there is a God and I will really begin to despair.
What we are assigned to bear is in a sense a measure of our stature.
Rather than waste precious time arguing, I went up and started serving my “sentence” without delay. It was usually about an hour for epigrams; somewhat longer for a paradox.
I suppose I shall marry eventually One does that, one drifts into stability.
We pay for security with boredom, for adventure with bother.
Do you believe in astrology? -I don’t even believe in astronomy.
People rarely do what they don’t want to.
How do you expect mankind to be happy in pairs when it is miserable separately?
Why is the awfulness of families such a popular reason for starting another?
Time heals nothing-which should make us better able to minister.
Marriage has driven more than one man to sex.
We are nothing but a string of gut on a stick of bone riding this piece of astral soot for one piteous splinter of eternity.
Look at it this way: Psychoanalysis is a permanent fad.
Words fashioned with somewhat over precise diction are like shapes turned out by a cookie cutter.
The trouble with treating people as equals is that the first thing you know they may be doing the same thing to you.
The writer can only explore the inner space of his characters by perceptively navigating his own.
Man is vile, I know, but people are wonderful.
The tuba is certainly the most intestinal of instruments, the very lower bowel of music.
I tried to write worse but it was no good; my generalizations came out as before, each more exquisite than the last. I grew discouraged.
Celibacy is the worst form of self-abuse.