His words span rivers and mountains, but his thoughts are still only six inches long.

Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.

I have no warm up exercises, other than to take an occasional drink.

Television will enormously enlarge the eye's range, and, like radio, will advertise the Elsewhere. Together with the tabs, the mags, and the movies, it will insist that we forget the primary and the near in favor of the secondary and the remote.

A man's liberal and conservative phases seem to follow each other in a succession of waves from the time he is born. Children are radicals. Youths are conservatives, with a dash of criminal negligence. Men in their prime are liberals (as long as their digestion keeps pace with their intellect). The middle aged run to shelter: they insure their life, draft a will, accumulate mementos and occasional tables, and hope for security. And then comes old age, which repeats childhood - a time full of humors and sadness, but often full of courage and even prophecy.

Trust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They'll believe anything they see in print.

Semi-colons only prove that the author has been to college.