Now and then we had a hope that if we lived and were good, God would permit us to be pirates.

I like a good story well told. That is the reason I am sometimes forced to tell them myself.

I am admonished in many ways that time is pushing me inexorably along. I am approaching the threshold of age; in 1977 I shall be 142.

In Paris they just simply opened their eyes and stared when we spoke to them in French! We never did succeed in making those idiots understand their own language.

Climate is what we expect, weather is what we get.

A baby is an inestimable blessing and bother.

It is the will of God that we must have critics and missionaries and congressmen and humorists, and we must bear the burden