Nature abhors a vacuum, even in the heads of statesmen.

In politics women type the letters, lick the stamps, distribute the pamphlets and get out the vote. Men get elected.

Guns know no policy except destruction.

I refuse the compliment that I think like a man, thought has no sex, one either thinks or one does not.

Middle age is the way you would feel about summer if you knew there would never be another spring.

But if God had wanted us to think just with our wombs, why did He give us a brain?

If old age means a crown of thorns, the trick is to wear it jauntily.