The man who writes about himself and his own time is the only man who writes about all people and about all time.
Until the men of action clear out the talkers we who have social consciences are at the mercy of those who have none.
A perpetual holiday is a good working definition of hell.
Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children.
I want to be all used up when I die.
When asked which dog wins, he reflected for a moment and replied, "The one I feed the most."