There is no place in the world, I imagine, for a philosopher with a sense of humor, a new leisure, and an inquiring turn of mind!

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

A little work, a little sleep, a little love and it's all over.

Suspicion is like the rain. It falls on the just and on the unjust.

[To her frequently needed plumber:] How would you like to be adopted? I'm sure it would be cheaper.

I suppose that we are only young, Chris, so long as we can forget. After that we merely remember!

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