I, myself, was always recognized . . . as the “slow one” in the family. It was quite true, and I knew it and accepted it. Writing and spelling were always terribly difficult for me. My letters were without originality. I was . . . an extraordinarily bad speller and have remained so until this day.

I always think loyalty's such a tiresome virtue.

You cannot mix up sentiment and reason.

It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.

you cannot give to people what they are incapable of receiving.

I've got an uncle myself. Nobody should be held responsible for their uncles. Nature's little throwbacks - that's how I look at it.

One never quite allows for the moron in our midst.