You are all a lost generation," Gertrude Stein said to Hemingway. We weren't lost. We knew where we were, all right, but we wouldn't go home. Ours was the generation that stayed up all night.

The dog has seldom been successful in pulling man up to its level of sagacity, but man has frequently dragged the dog down to his.

One has but to observe a community of beavers at work in a stream to understand the loss in his sagacity, balance, co-operation, competence, and purpose which Man has suffered since he rose up on his hind legs. He began to chatter and he developed Reason, Thought, and Imagination, qualities which would get the smartest group of rabbits or orioles in the world into inextricable trouble overnight.

I myself have known some profoundly thoughtful dogs.

If I have sometimes seemed to make fun of Woman, I assure you it has only been for the purpose of egging her on.

Two is company, four is a party, three is a crowd. One is a wanderer.

Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.