You got to be yourself, you got to discard all the bull and get YOU across ... and get what you have to say across.

A parade is the worst form of transportation known to man.

Don't take life so serious. It ain't no-hows permanent.

There is no need to sally forth, for it remains true that those things which make us human are, curiously enough, always close at hand. Resolve, then, that on this very ground, with small flags waving and tiny blasts on tiny trumpets, we shall meet the enemy, and not only may he be ours, he may be us.

Thank goodness modern convenience is a thing of the remote future.

Eventually every man gotta face the problem of tryin' to figger if it's worthwhile to prove that he is himself.

Traces of nobility, gentleness and courage persist in all people, do what we will to stamp out the trend. So, too, do those characteristics which are ugly. It is just unfortunate that in the clumsy hands of a cartoonist all traits become ridiculous, leading to a certain amount of self-conscious expostulation and the desire to join battle.