Christmas is not a season. It is a feeling.

Nicknames are fond names. We do not give them to people we dislike.

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

Roast Beef, Medium, is not only a food. It is a philosophy. Seated at Life's Dining Table, with the menu of Morals before you, your eye wanders a bit over the entrees, the hors d'oeuvres, and the things a la though you know that Roast Beef, Medium, is safe and sane, and sure.

To be alive is a fine thing. It is the finest thing in the world, though hazardous. It is a unique thing. It happens only once in a lifetime. To be alive, to know consciously that you are alive, and to relish that knowledge -- this is a kind of magic. Or it may be a kind of madness, exhilarating but harmless.

Does one eat peanuts at a ball game?' 'It ain't hardly legal if you don't.

Funny, isn't it, how your whole life goes by while you think you're only planning the way you're going to live it?