[On men:] On their best days, the best of them are eight years old.
[On Senator Everett Dirksen:] His great enemy was boredom and he won every engagement.
Baseball has a special place in our hearts. It is the game that shows us as we would like to be.
Dogs, bless them, operate on the premise that human beings are fragile and require incessant applications of affection and reassurance. The random lick of a hand and the furry chin draped over the instep are calculated to let the shaky owner know that a friend is nearby.
Baseball is what we were, football is what we have become.
And the propensity of weak and empty people to follow a leader into the darkness from which there is no return is still flourishing, as ever.