To err is human; to forgive, infrequent.

Middle age occurs when you are too young to take up golf and too old to rush up to the net.

One man's pointlessness is another's barbed satire.

As we see censorship it is a stupid giant traffic policeman answering "Yes" to "Am I my brother's copper?" He guards a one-way street and his semaphore has four signs, all marked "stop.

Day after day, night after night, my life at home is far from bright, but even home has more variety, than I can find in cafe society.

These are the saddest of possible words, Tinker-to-Evers-to-Chance. Trio of Bear Cubs fleeter than birds, Tinker-to-Evers-to-Chance. Ruthlessly pricking our gonfalon bubble, Making a Giant hit into a double, Words that are weighty with nothing but trouble, Tinker-to-Evers-to-Chance. This brief poem, immortalized the Chicago Cubs' double-play combination: Shortstop Joe Tinker, second baseman Johnny Evers, and first baseman Frank Chance.

Seeing ourselves as others see us would probably confirm our worst suspicions about them.