When a man stands on the verge of seventy-two you know perfectly well that he never reached that place without knowing what this life is - heartbreaking bereavement.

There isn't a Parallel of Latitude but thinks it would have been the Equator if it had had its rights.

Experience, the only logic sure to convince a diseased imagination and restore it to rugged health.

Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.

The minute we get reconciled to a person, how willing we are to throw aside little needless punctilios and pronounce his name right.

Travel has no longer any charm for me. I have seen all the foreign countries I want to except heaven & hell & I have only a vague curiosity about one of those.

At 50, a man can be an ass without being an optimist but not an optimist without being an ass