Do you think my mind is maturing late, or simply rotted early?

When I remember bygone days I think how evening follows morn So many I loved were not yet dead, So many I love were not yet born.

The only people who should really sin are the people who can sin and grin.

I think progress began to retrogress when Wilbur and Orville started tinkering around in Dayton and at Kitty Hawk, because I believe that two Wrights made a wrong.

Nobody agrees with anybody else anyhow, but adults conceal it and infants show it.

Among other things I think humor is a shield, a weapon, a survival kit. So here we are several billion of us, crowded into our global concentration camp for the duration. How are we to survive? Solemnity is not the answer, any more than witless and irresponsible frivolity is. I think our best chance lies in humor, which in this case means a wry acceptance of our predicament. We don't have to like it but we can at least recognize its ridiculous aspects, one of which is ourselves.

Never befriend the oppressed unless you are prepared to take on the oppressor.