I do not want Michael Angelo for breakfast-but for luncheon-for dinner- for tea-for supper-for between meals.

The average man don't like trouble and danger.

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. This is no time to be flitting about the earth. I must cease from the activities proper to youth and begin to take on the dignities and gravities and inertia proper to that season of honorable senility which is on its way.

As to the human race. There are many pretty and winning things about the human race. It is perhaps the poorest of all the inventions of all the gods but it has never suspected it once. There is nothing prettier than its naive and complacent appreciation of itself. It comes out frankly and proclaims without bashfulness or any sign of a blush that it is the noblest work of God. It has had a billion opportunities to know better, but all signs fail with this ass. I could say harsh things about it but I cannot bring myself to do it-it is like hitting a child.

Substitute "damn" every time you're inclined to write "very"; your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be.

Switzerland would me a mighty big place if it were ironed flat.

No man's life, liberty, or property are safe while the legislature is in session.