To punish me for my contempt for authority, fate made me an authority myself.

The tendency of old age to the body, say the physiologists, is to form bone. It is as rare as it is pleasant to meet with an old man whose opinions are not ossified.

No answer is also an answer.

Pleasure usually takes the form of me and now; joy is us and always.

The scientific theroy I like best is that the rings of Saturn are composed entirely of lost airline luggage.

His work well done, the leader stepped aside Spurning a crown with more than kingly pride. Content to wear the higher crown of worth, While time endures, "First citizen of earth."

Of all the rights of women, the greatest is to be a mother.

Simplicity, clarity, singleness: these are the attributes that give our lives power and vividness and joy.

The only good in pretending is the fun we get out of fooling ourselves that we fool somebody.

So, naturalists observe, a flea Has smaller fleas that on him prey; And these have smaller still to bite 'em, And so proceed ad infinitum. Thus every poet in his kind Is bit by him that comes behind.

A desire can overcome all objections and obstacles.

Blood alone moves the wheels of history.

As always, victory finds a hundred fathers but defeat is an orphan.

He that will learn to pray, let him go to sea.

You will find only what you bring in.

Practical prayer is harder on the soles of your shoes than on the knees of your trousers.

In the cookies of life, friends are the chocolate chips.

And since the stench of death will always attract flies and vermin, the arrival of Geraldo was perhaps inevitable.

Feast of Thomas the Apostle Long did I toil and knew no earthly rest, Far did I rove and found no certain home; At last I sought them in His sheltering breast, Who opes His arms and bids the weary come: With Him I found a home, a rest divine, And I, since then, am His, and He is mine. The good I have is from His stores supplied, The ill is only what He deems the best; He for my friend, I'm rich with naught beside, And poor without Him, though of all possessed; Changes may come, I take or I resign Content, while I am His, and He is mine. Whate'er may change, in Him no change is seen, A glorious Sun that wanes not nor declines; Above the storms and clouds He walks serene, And on His people's inward darkness shines; All may depart: I fret not, nor repine, While I my Saviours am, while He is mine. While here, alas! I know but half His love, But half discern Him, and but half adore; But when I meet Him in the realms above I hope to love him better, praise Him more, And feel, and tell, amid the choir divine, How fully I am His, and He is mine.

If you get hung up on everybody else's hang-ups, then the whole world's going to be nothing more than one huge gallows.