A man of forty today has nothing to worry him but falling hair, inability to button the top button, failing vision, shortness of breath, a tendency of the collar to shut off all breathing, trembling of the kidneys to whatever tune the orchestra is playing, and a general sense of giddiness when the matter of rent is brought up. Forty is Life's Golden Age.

Most personal correspondence of today consists of letters the first half of which are given over to an indexed statement of why the writer hasn't written before, followed by one paragraph of small talk, with the remainder devoted to reasons why it is imperative that the letter be brought to a close.

Anything can happen, but it usually doesn't.

It has always seemed to me that the most difficult part of building a bridge would be the start.

A dog teaches a boy fidelity, perseverance, and to turn around three times before lying down.

A great many people have come up to me and asked how I manage to get so much work done and still keep looking so dissipated.

The surest way to make a monkey of a man is to quote him.