The objection to a Communist always resolves itself into the fact that he is not a gentleman.

Our literature, despite several false starts that promised much, is chiefly remarkable, now as always, for its respectable mediocrity.

If what I may believe - about gall-stones, the Constitution, castor oil, or God - is conditioned by law, then I am not a free man.

What reason is there for believing that a high death rate, in itself, is undesirable? To my knowledge none whatever. The plain fact is that, if it be suitably selective, it is extremely salubrious. Suppose it could be so arranged that it ran to 100% a year among politicians, executive secretaries, drive chairmen, and the homicidally insane? What rational man would object?

Wife: one who is sorry she did it, but would undoubtedly do it again.

Jealousy is the theory that some other fellow has just as little taste.

School days, I believe, are the unhappiest in the whole span of human existence.