Happiness for me is largely a matter of digestion.

I am put on my best behavior, which means the same thing as the most uncomfortable behavior.

I feel, like all modern Americans, no consciousness of sin and simply do not believe in it. All I know is that if God loves me only half as much as my mother does, he will not send me to Hell. That is a final fact of my inner consciousness, and for no religion could I deny its truth.

When we demand liberty of a person as a constitutional right, we are taking away from the officials their liberty to chop off people's heads.

Such is human psychology that if we don't express our joy, we soon cease to feel it.

Let him cry whoever feels like crying, for we were animals before we became reasoning beings, and the shedding of a tear, whether of forgiveness or of pity or of sheer delight at beauty, will do him a lot of good.

Our lives are not in the lap of the gods, but in the lap of our cooks.