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.

It had only one fault. It was kind of lousy.

I was seized by the stern hand of Compulsion, that dark, unreasonable Urge that impels women to clean house in the middle of the night.

Humor and pathos, tears and laughter are, in the highest expression of human character and achievement, inseparable.

The trouble with the lost generation is that it didn't get lost enough.

If you wonder which is the stronger sex, watch which one twists the other around her little finger.

If you are a police dog, where's your badge?