Last night I dreamed of a small consolation enjoyed only by the blind: Nobody knows the trouble I've not seen!

There is something about a poet which leads us to believe that he died, in many cases, as long as 20 years before his birth.

Let us not look back in anger, nor forward in fear, but around in awareness.

The difference between our decadence and the Russians is that while theirs is brutal, ours is apathetic.

I could have killed Gregory Fitzhurst at three hundred feet with my left hand.

The wit makes fun of other persons; the satirist makes fun of the world; the humorist makes fun of himself.

A false or misunderstood word may create as much disaster as a sudden thoughtless act.