April 1. This is the day upon which we are reminded of what we are on the other three hundred and sixty-four.

Conservatism is the blind and fear-filled worship of dead radicals.

A pessimist is a well-informed optimist.

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.

Noise proves nothing. Often a hen who has merely laid an egg cackles as if she laid an asteroid.

Both marriage and death ought to be welcome: the one promises happiness, doubtless the other assures it.

The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.