Time is for dragonflies and angels. The former live too little and the latter live too long.

Columbus is a town in which almost anything is likely to happen, and in which almost everything has.

Man is flying too fast for a world that is round. Soon he will catch up with himself in a great rear end collision.

In the pathways between office and home and home and the houses of settled people there are always, ready to snap at you, the little perils of routine living, but there is no escape in the unplanned tangent, the sudden turn.

The laughter of man is more terrible than his tears, and takes more forms -hollow, heartless, mirthless, maniacal.

All men kill the thing they hate, too, unless, of course, it kills them first.

Looks can be deceiving; it's eating that's believing.