In my age, as in my youth, night brings me many a deep remorse. I realize that from the cradle up I have been like the rest of the race - never quite sane in the night.

I do love compliments, yet I'm often embarrassed to say what I think to the person when I get a compliment. I so often feel that they have not gone far enough.

We recognize that there are no trivial occurrences in life if we get the right focus on them.

Love is not a product of reasonings and statistics. It just comes-none knows whence-and cannot explain itself.

I don't want my girl to be so skinny she can knife me with her knee.

Hain't we got all the fools in town on our side? And hain't that a big enough majority in any town?

He is now rising from affluence to poverty.