Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.

The best way to keep children at home is to make the home atmosphere pleasant, and let the air out of the tires.

I wish, I wish I were a poisonous bacterium.

Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.

When you have to apologize, it is well, I suppose, to get the thing over quickly.

If I should labor through daylight and dark, Consecrate, valorous, serious, true, Then on the world I may blazon my mark; And what if I don't, and what if I do?

I had been fed, in my youth, a lot of old wives' tales about the way men would instantly forsake a beautiful woman to flock around a brilliant one. It is but fair to say that, after getting out in the world, I had never seen this happen." [From a column dated November 17, 1928]