“To me, the summer wind in the Midwest is one of the most melancholy things in all life. It comes from so far away and blows so gently and yet so relentlessly; it rustles the leaves and the branches of the maple trees in a sort of symphony of sadness, and it doesn't pass on and leave them still. It just keeps coming, like the infinite flow of Old Man River. You could -- and you do -- wear out your lifetime on the dusty plains with that wind of futility blowing in your face. And when you are worn out and gone, the wind -- still saying nothing, still so gentle and sad and timeless -- is still blowing across the prairies, and will blow in the faces of the little men who follow you, forever.”
“There are no atheists in the foxhole.”
“It's a beautiful day for a ballgame - let's play two!”
“I will say that all it takes is one group of wrong-minded people with a bad idea that, in retrospect, sounded like a good one at the time.”
“Creativity is the joy of not knowing it all.”
“Television – a medium. So called because it is neither rare not well done. ”