The paths of glory at least lead to the Grave, but the paths of duty may not get you Anywhere.

Boys are beyond the range of anybody's sure understanding, at least when they are between the ages of 18 months and 90 years.

A word to the wise is not sufficient if it doesn't make sense.

Human Dignity has gleamed only now and then and here and there, in lonely splendor, throughout the ages, a hope of the better men, never an achievement of the majority.

A peril of the night road is that flecks of dust and streaks of bug blood on the windshield look to me like old admirals in uniform, or crippled apple women, or the front edge of barges, and I whirl out of their way, thus going into ditches and fields and up on front lawns, endangering the life of authentic admirals and apple women who may be out on the roads for a breath of air before retiring.

I'm 65 and I guess that puts me in with the geriatrics. But if there were fifteen months in every year, I'd only be 48. That's the trouble with us. We number everything. Take women, for example. I think they deserve to have more than twelve years between the ages of 28 and 40.

Though statisticians in our time have never kept the score, Man wants a great deal here below and Woman even more.