What we colloquially call 'feeling bored' is just the mind, acting out of a self-preserving reflex, ejecting information it has despaired of knowing where to place.

On account of its scale and complexity, the world will always outstrip the capacity of any single body to ask fertile questions of it.

We never envy another's achievement more than when we know very little about how it was attained.

If we were entirely sane, if madness did not have a serious grip on one side of us, other people's tragedies would hold a great deal less interest for us.

To grow interested in any piece of information, we need somewhere to 'put' it, which means some way of connecting it to an issue we already now how to care about.

This is more than an experience in the shadows of sleep.

But in my book, it was basically bad taste to stare at someone's assets, no matter how much on display they were.

We're out of cocktail olives, it's a tragedy of historic proportions, but we're coping because we're Americans.

I don't think people should be primarily concerned with money or material success. They should be concerned with doing that which is right and being in harmony with the way of life.

Evil lurks where disappointment lodges.

There are journalists I share a whole history with, so I tend to be generous to these guys, but those days are over.

It's a pity we don't whistle at one another, like birds. Words are misleading.

I think growing up in Indiana prepares anyone for a life in comedy. I do feel like there is a certain kind of self-effacing cynicism among all Hoosiers.

The cocktail party is probably America's greatest contribution to the world of entertaining.

I enjoyed your article, but I preferred my own.