Man is a victim of dope in the incurable form of hope.

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.

Wind is caused by the trees waving their branches.

They take the paper and they read the headlines. So they've heard of unemployment and they've heard of bread-lines. And they philanthropically cure them all by getting up a costume charity ball.

A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of.

I myself am more and more inclined to agree with Omar and Satchel Paige as I grow older: Don't try to rewrite what the moving finger has writ, and don't ever look over your shoulder.

I'm like a backward berry, Unripened on the vine, For all my friends are fifty, And I'm only forty-nine.