Anger Dwells Only In The Bosom Of

Why Is It That No One Understands Me And Everybody Likes Me

The Really Good Music, Whether Of The East Or Of The West, Cannot Be Analyzed.

That Little Word 'we' I Mistrust And Here's Why: No Man Of Another Can Say, 'he Is I.' Behind All Agreement Lies Something Amiss All Seeming Accord Cloaks A Lurking Abyss.

[asked About A Book In Which 100 Nazi Professors Charged Him With Scientific Error.] Were I Wrong, One Professor Would Have Been Quite Enough.

Princeton Is A Wonderful Little Spot. A Quaint And Ceremonious Village Of Puny Demigods On Stilts.