I tried to write worse but it was no good; my generalizations came out as before, each more exquisite than the last. I grew discouraged.

I can still hear my mother wailing over some new kitchen crisis, "Oh God," and my father answering cozily from the silo, "Were you calling me, dear?

I tried to write worse but it was no good; my generalizations came out as before, each more exquisite than the last. I grew discouraged.

A politician is a man who can be verbose in fewer words than anyone else.

The trouble with treating people as equals is that the first thing you know they may be doing the same thing to you.

Words fashioned with somewhat over precise diction are like shapes turned out by a cookie cutter.

The satirist shoots to kill while the humorist brings his prey back alive and eventually releases him again for another chance.