To the bottle! In infancy, the milk bottle; in our prime, the wine bottle; in our dotage, the pill bottle.

That is the tragedy of growing old, Chris. You don't leave the world. It leaves you.

I have always regarded divorce as essentially disagreeable, like castor oil, but necessary.

having considerable mind, changing it became almost as ponderous an operation as moving a barn, although not nearly so stable.

... if one can remember without loving, then couldn't one love without remembering?

there comes a time when ambition ceases to burn, or romance to stir, and the highest cry of the human heart is for peace.

Politics is still the man's game. The women are allowed to do the chores, the dirty work, and now and then--but only occasionally--one is present at some secret conference or other. But it's not the rule. They can go out and get the vote, if they can and will; they can collect money, they can be grateful for being permitted to work. But that is all.