A man is not expected to love his country, lest he make an ass of himself. Yet our country, seen through the mists of smog, is curiously lovable, in somewhat the way an individual who has got himself into an unconscionable scrape seems lovable - or at least deserving of support.

Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart. She was in a class by herself. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.

Whatever else an American believes or disbelieves about himself, he is absolutely sure he has a sense of humor.

You can dissect a joke just as you can a frog. But it tends to die on you.

The world organization debates disarmament in one room and, in the next room, moves the knights and pawns that make national arms imperative.

I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority.

I am always humbled by the infite ingenuity of the Lord, who can make a red barn cast a blue shadow.