Intellectual ''work'' is misnamed; it is a pleasure, a dissipation, and is its own highest reward.

To gnaw on is human, towards digest, divine.

Thanksgiving day. Let us all give humble, hearty, and sincere thanks now, but the turkeys.

It is my heart-warmed and world-embracing Christmas hope and aspiration that all of us, the high, the low, the rich, the poor, the admired, the despised, the loved, the hated, the civilized, the savage (every man and brother of us all throughout the whole earth), may eventually be gathered together in a heaven of everlasting rest and peace and bliss, except the inventor of the telephone.

Let us consider that we are all insane. It will explain us to each other. It will unriddle many riddles

It is no harm to be an ass, if one is content to bray and not kick.

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.