Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, causing you to bump into people not going your way.

Men often marry their mothers.

I am not belittling the brave pioneer men but the sunbonnet as well as the sombrero has helped to settle this glorious land of ours.

There are only two kinds of people in the world that really count. One kind's wheat and the other kind's emeralds.

Your idea of bliss is to wake up on a Monday morning knowing you haven't a single engagement for the entire week. You are cradled in a white paper cocoon tied up with typewriter ribbon.

A whole roomful of Jews is like a charged battery. The vitality sparks seem to fly, and frequently the result is a short circuit.

Perhaps too much of everything is as bad as too little.