Every American, to the last man, lays claim to a "sense" of humor and guards it as his most significant spiritual trait, yet rejects humor as a contaminating element wherever found. America is a nation of comics and comedians; nevertheless, humor has no stature and is accepted only after the death of the perpetrator.

I can only assume that your editorial writer tripped over the First Amendment and thought it was the office cat.

I believe in dreams. People should have faith in the songs poets sing.

In a man's middle years there is scarcely a part of the body he would hesitate to turn over to the proper authorities.

Before the seed there comes the thought of bloom.

Every morning I awake torn between a desire to save the world and an inclination to savor it. This makes it hard to plan the day. But if we forget to savor the world, what possible reason do we have for saving it? In a way, the savoring must come first.

When an American family becomes separated from its toothbrushes and combs and pajamas for a few hours it considers that it has had quite an adventure.