[describing His House:] It Is A Library

Not What Man Knows But What Man Feels, Concerns Art. All Else Is Science.

It Makes Me Happy To Encounter Goodness, Love Of Work, Humane Intelligence, And People No Matter At What Kind Of Job, Be It Ever So Humble, Or Ever So Exalted, Who Do It Well And Con Amore.

Psychoanalysts Are Not Occupied With The Minds Of Their Patients; They Do Not Believe In The Mind But In A Cerebral Intestine.

We Usually Meet All Of Our Relatives Only At Funerals Where Somebody Always Observes: "too Bad We Can't Get Together More Often".

Taste Begins When Appetite Is Satisfied.