“I’m not fit company for man or beast.”

Chain letters are the postal equivalent of intestinal flu: you get it and pass it along to your friends.

If you want something hard enough, it just gets done.

Love or not, I wouldn’t subject a wife to the road. It’s punishment.

I think everything should happen at halfway to dawn. That’s when all the heads of government should meet. I think everybody would fall in love.

My grandmother played the piano, and I used to toddle over there and pick out little things that sounded good to me.

In order to play and write, it’s unique – you either do one or the other.

You know, you spend your whole life feeling like you don’t quite fit in anywhere.

Only those are fit to live who are not afraid to die.

Wait not while your foe fits arrow to bowstring when you can send your own arrow into him.

Some have said that it is not the business of private men to meddle with government–a bold and dishonest saying, which is fit to come from no mouth but that of a tyrant or a slave.

But fornication and all uncleanness or covetousness, let it not even be named among you, as is fitting for saints; neither filthiness, nor foolish talking, nor coarse jesting, which are not fitting, but rather giving of thanks.

Language fits over experience like a straight-jacket.

Jews are not fit for Heaven, but on earth they are most useful.

Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!