With sixty staring me in the face, I have developed inflammation of the sentence structure and definite hardening of the paragraphs.

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.

(Cartoon caption:) I never really rallied after the birth of my first child.

For one thing, she pronounced flowers 'flars' and I couldn't let it slide.

The nation that complacently and fearfully allows its artists and writers to become suspected rather than respected is no longer regarded as a nation possessed with humor or depth.

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

He who hesitates is sometimes saved.