Nothing seems too high or low for the humorist; he is above honor, above faith, preserving sense in religion and sanity in life.

Money does not make you happy but it quiets the nerves.

When it was dark, you always carried the sun in your hand for me.

Work! labor the asparagus me of life; the one great sacrament of humanity from which all other things flow - security, leisure, joy, art, literature, even divinity itself.

The hallway of every man's life is paced with pictures; pictures gay and pictures gloomy, all useful, for if we be wise, we can learn from them a richer and braver way to live.

A lament in one ear, maybe, but always a song in the other

Oh Lord, give us a sense of humor with courage to manifest it forth, so that we may laugh to shame the pomps, the vanities, the sense of self-importance of the Big Fellows that the world sometimes sends among us, and who try to take our peace away.