Death is the only mystery we all solve.

It is the distance between us that creates language.

Kneel to nobody; bow to everyone.

Procrustes was an editor.

It requires less skill to love than to be loved.

Anything said off the cuff has usually been written on it first.

Headlines pass; breadlines continue.

Never believe what you cannot doubt.

Some part of us still believes that men should kill.

More dreams are destroyed in bed than are ever found there.