We are stripped bare by the curse of plenty.

I have always felt that a politician is to be judged by the animosities he excites among his opponents.

Oh, what is the matter with poor Puggy-Wug? Pet him and kiss him and give him a hug. Run and fetch him a suitable drug. Wrap him up tenderly all in a rug. That is the way to cure Puggy-Wug.

When someone says to me, Ugh, you smoke. I reply, Ugh, you're ugly. I can quit smoking.

What is the use of living, if it be not to strive for noble causes.

Nourish your hopes, but do not overlook realities.

I am too busy. I have not time for worry.