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

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.

What time has been wasted during man's destiny in the struggle to decide what man's next world will be like! The keener the effort to find out, the less he knew about the present one he lived in.

It's my rule never to lose me temper till it would be detrimental to keep it.

Here, with whitened hair, desires failing, strength ebbing out of him, with the sun gone down and with only the serenity and the calm warning of the evening star left to him, he drank to Life, to all it had been, to what it was, to what it would be. Hurrah!

All the world's a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed.