Death is the starlit strip between the companionship of yesterday and the reunion of tomorrow.

Every person is a book, each year a chapter.

Patriot: the person who can holler the loudest without knowing what he is hollering about.

Christianity will doubtless still survive in the earth ten centuries hence- stuffed and in a museum.

My father was a Saint Bernard, my mother was a Collie, but I am a Presbyterian.

My heart goes out to anyone who is making his first appearance before an audience of human beings.

There is nothing in the world like persuasive speech to fuddle the mental apparatus.