...if ever the sun rises upon Barbecue, its flavor vanishes like Cinderella's silks, and it becomes cold baked beef - staler in the chill dawn than illicit love.

If each man or woman could understand that every other human life is as full of sorrows, or joys, or base temptations, of heartaches and of remorse as his own . . . how much kinder, how much gentler he would be.

A little learning is not a dangerous thing to one who does not mistake it for a great deal.

I would rather have written Fables in Slang than be President.

I fear vastly more a futile, incompetent old age than I do any form of death.

Greatness, generally speaking, is an unusual quantity of a usual quality grafted upon a common man.

Dip your pen into your arteries and write.