Discussion in America means dissent.

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

I never quite know when I'm not writing. Sometimes my wife comes up to me at a party and says, "Dammit, Thurber, stop writing." She usually catches me in the middle of a paragraph.

It's a naive domestic Burgundy without any breeding, but I think you'll be amused by its presumption.

A woman's place is in the wrong.

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.

Progress was all right. Only it went on too long.