I am personally acquainted with hundreds of journalists, and the opinion of the majority of them would not be worth tuppence in private, but when they speak in print it is the newspaper that is talking (the pygmy scribe is not visible) and then their utterances shake the community like the thunders of prophecy.

In love, you pay as you leave.

How lovely is death; and how niggardly it is doled out.

When I was younger I could remember anything, whether it happened or not.

A human being has a natural desire to have more of a good thing than he needs.

Seventy is old enough. After that there is too much risk.

More than once I have been humiliated by my resemblance to God the father; He is always longing for the love of His children and trying to get it on the cheapest and laziest terms He can invent.