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.

I get my exercise being a pallbearer for those of my friends who believed in regular running and calisthenics.

Life is a test and this world a place of trial.

The poor girl does not know how to have a conversation. Unfortunately, she does know how to speak.

Nothing can be more abhorrent to democracy than to imprison a person or keep him in prison because he is unpopular. This is really the test of civilization.

Anyone who is not a liberal in his youth has no heart. Anyone who remains so as he matures has no brain!

The Russian Bolsheviks have discovered that truth does not matter so long as there is reiteration. They have no difficulty whatever in countering a fact by a lie which, if repeated often enough and loudly enough, becomes accepted by the people.