I'm sixty-five and I guess that puts me in with the geriatrics, but if there were fifteen months in every year, I'd only be forty-eight.

I don't believe the writer should know too much where he's going. If he does, he runs into old man blueprint—old man propaganda.

No male can beat a female in the long run because they have it over us in sheer, damn longevity.

I loathe the expression “What makes him tick.” It is the American mind, looking for simple and singular solutions, that uses the foolish expression. A person not only ticks, he also chimes and strikes the hour, falls and breaks and has to be put together again, and sometimes stops like an electric clock in a thunderstorm.

I always begin at the left with the opening word of the sentence and read toward the right and I recommend this method.

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

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.