What made marriage so difficult back then was yet again that instigator of so many other sorts of heartbreak: the oversize brain.

I was taught that the human brain was the crowning glory of evolution so far, but I think it's a very poor scheme for survival.

And she's got brains enough for two, which is the exact quantity the girl who marries you will need.

I had no talent for science. What was infinitely worse: all my fraternity brothers were engineers.

I'm screamingly funny, you know, I really am in the books. And that helps because I'm funnier than a lot of people, I think, and that's appreciated by young people.

Puny man can do nothing at all to help or please God Almighty, and Luck is not the hand of God.