The great improvement of the radio over the telephone is that it may be turned off without offending the speaker.

That money talks, I'll not deny, I heard it once: It said, 'Goodbye'.

Politics, it seems to me, for years, or all too long, has been concerned with right or left instead of right or wrong.

Beauty is only skin deep, and the world is full of thin skinned people.

Libraries: Here is where people, one frequently finds, lower their voices, and raise their minds.

Retired is being tired twice, I've thought, first tired of working, then tired of not.

Shake and shake the catsup bottle none will come and then a lot'll.

If I ever make a hole in one, A thrill that I've never known, I won't be believed and I'll have no fun, For I'm sure to be playing alone.

Until Eve arrived, this was a man's world.

If you convinced me And I convinced you, Would there not still be Two points of view?

Of late I appear To have reached that stage When people who look old Who are only my age.

You could’ve pushed me away for years, I still wouldn’t have gone anywhere. I’d still be at your side, annoying the hell out of you until you finally agreed to marry me.

When you're in college you haven't had that much life. Parents, school, assorted youth activities—that's about it.

There are no absolute rules of conduct, either in peace or war. Everything depends on circumstances.

Thanksgiving is the only day of the year when most of the stores here are closed during the day and reopen after midnight. Even restaurants shut down for the holiday, except for the fast-food chains.

We constantly change the world, even by our inaction. Therefore, let us change it responsibly.

Admiration: Our feeling of delight that another person resembles us.

Now, my mom always said two wrongs don't make a right. But she never said anything about four wrongs, and that always left me confused.

Should you be unfortunate enough to have vices, you may, to a certain degree, even dignify them by a strict observance of decorum;at least they will lose something of their natural turpitude.

If you don't like the weather in New England now, just wait a few minutes.

In the innermost recesses of humanism, as its very soul, there rages a frantic prisoner who, as a Fascist, turns the world into a prison.