The Great Arizona Desert is full of the bleaching bones of people who waited for me to start something.

People who begin sentences with "I may be old-fashioned but--" are usually not only old-fashioned but wrong. I never thought the time would come when I should catch myself leading off with that crack. But I feel it coming on right now.

Sheer madness is, of course, the highest possible brow in humor.

There seems to be no lengths to which humorless people will not go to analyze humor. It seems to worry them.

There is probably no more obnoxious class of citizen, taken end for end, than the returning vacationist.

The Great Arizona Desert is full of the bleaching bones of people who waited for me to start something.

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.