An honest politician is an oxymoron.

What is human life? The first third a good time; the rest remembering about it.

I am dead to adverbs; they cannot excite me. To misplace an adverb is a thing which I am able to do with frozen indifference; it can never give me a pang. There are subtleties which I cannot master at all - they confuse me, they mean absolutely nothing to me - and this adverb plague is one of them.

We are all ignorant; just about different things.

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.

Denial is much more then an Egyptian River.

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