In an age when the fashion is to be in love with yourself, confessing to be in love with somebody else is an admission of unfaithfulness to one's beloved.

In America, it is sport that is the opiate of the masses.

The people who say: 'You are what you eat' have always seemed addled to me. In my opinion, you are what you think, and if you don't think, you can eat all the meat in Kansas City and still be nothing but a vegetable.

Every day and in every way, baseball gets fancier. A few more years and they'll be playing on oriental rugs.

In America nothing dies easier than tradition.

Notice, for example, that people who talk about "the joys of childhood" are always adults. Only an adult, utterly remote from the reality of childhood, could suppose it is time of joys.

There are no liberals behind steering wheels.