I am 65 and I guess that puts me in with the geriatrics. But if there were 15 months in every year, I'd only be 48. That's the trouble with us. We number everything. Take women, for example, I think they deserve to have more than 12 years between the ages of 28 and 40.
I'm sixty-five, but if there were fifteen months in every year, I'd only be forty-eight.
Let us not look back in anger, nor forward in fear, but around us in awareness.
Humour is emotional chaos remembered in tranquillity.
Her own mother lived the latter years of her life in the horrible suspicion that electricity was dripping invisibly all over the house.
All men should strive to learn before they die what they are running from, and to, and why.
A lady of forty-seven who has been married twenty-seven years and has six children knows what love really is and once described it for me like this: 'Love is what you've been through with somebody.'
Though statisticians in our time have never kept the score man wants a great deal here below and Woman even more.
I have always thought of a dog lover as a dog that was in love with another dog.
Man is flying too fast for a world that is round. Soon he will catch up with himself in a great rear-end collision and Man will never know that what hit him from behind was Man.
You might as well fall flat on your face as lean over too far backward.
Woman's place is in the wrong.
All human beings should try to learn before they die what they are running from, and to, and why.
If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons.
Hundreds of hysterical persons must confuse these phenomena with messages from the beyond and take their glory to the bishop rather than the eye doctor.
Time is for dragonflies and angels. The former live too little and the latter live too long.
I used to wake up at 4 A.M. and start sneezing, sometimes for five hours. I tried to find out what sort of allergy I had but finally came to the conclusion that it must be an allergy to consciousness.
It's a naive domestic Burgundy without any breeding, but I think you'll be amused by its presumption.
The difference between our decadence and the Russians' is that while theirs is brutal, ours is apathetic.
The appreciative smile, the chuckle, the soundless mirth, so important to the success of comedy, cannot be understood unless one sits among the audience and feels the warmth created by the quality of laughter that the audience takes home with it.
