I simply can't resist a cat, particularly a purring one.

Congressman is the trivialist distinction for a full grown man.

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.

The pulpit and the optimist are always talking about the human race's steady march toward ultimate perfection. As usual, they leave out the statistics. It is the pulpit's way - the optimist's way.

Politicians, old buildings, and prostitutes become respectable with age.

Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.

Ignorance is not, not knowing something. It is knowing what isn't so.