Let us save the tomorrows for work.

Imagine, if you will, that I am an idiot. Then, imagine that I am also a Congressman. But, alas, I repeat myself.

We have infinite trouble in solving man-made mysteries; it is only when we set out to discover "the secret of God" that our difficulties disappear.

The wit knows that his place is at the tail of a procession.

I was standing in our dining-room thinking of nothing in particular, when a cablegram was put into my hand. It said, 'Susy was peacefully released today.' It is one of the mysteries of our nature that a man, all unprepared, can receive a thunder-stroke like that and live.

The way it is now, the asylums can hold the sane people, but if we tried to shut up the insane we should run out of building materials.

Every generalization is dangerous, especially this one.