Now that women are jockeys, baseball umpires, atomic scientists, and business executives, maybe someday they can master parallel parking.

We hope that, when the insects take over the world, they will remember with gratitude how we took them along on all our picnics.

Virtue lives when Beauty dies.

Most of us wait until we're in trouble, and then we pray like the dickens. Wonder what would happen if, some morning, we'd wake up and say, "Anything I can do for You today, Lord?"

Man is the animal that intends to shoot himself out into interplanetary space, after having given up on the problem of an efficient way to get himself five miles to work and back each day.

It turns out there's only one thing that capuchins really, really love - and that's sweet stuff. If you give them a big vat of say, marshmallow fluff, and you let them go at it, what they'll do is eat their body weight in marshmallow fluff, walk away, they'll vomit, and they'll come back and eat their body weight again. And they'll vomit. And they'll do that for as long as there is marshmallow fluff out there. They love marshmallow fluff.

Progress is a continuing effort to make the things we eat, drink, and wear as good as they used to be.