A little while with grief and laughter, And then the day will close; The shadows gather ... what comes after No man knows.

There was once a Hindu sage, who sat down on the banks of the Ganges and thought for seventy years about the millennium. Just as he arrived at the solution and was putting it into verse, a mosquito stung him and he forgot it again at once.

Blood will tell, but often it tells too much.

what man calls civilizationalways results in desertsman is never on the squarehe uses up the fat and greenery of the eartheach generation wastes a little moreof the future with greed and lust for riches

An optimist is a guy that has never had much experience.

The art of newspaper paragraphing is to stroke a platitude until it purrs like an epigram.

If a child shows himself incorrigible, he should be decently and quietly beheaded at the age of twelve, lest he grow to maturity, marry, and perpetuate his kind.