“A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body – the wishbone.”

For dear me, why abandon a belief Merely because it ceases to be true.

The only certain freedom’s in departure.

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I’ll forgive Thy great big one on me.

The chief reason for going to school is to get the impression fixed for life that there is a book side for everything.

If one by one we counted people out, for the least sin, it wouldn’t take us long to get so we had no one left to live with. For to be social is to be forgiving.

The worst disease which can afflict executives in their work is not, as popularly supposed, alcoholism; it’s egotism.

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces.

It’s a funny thing that when a man hasn’t anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married.

The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.

The old dog barks backward without getting up I can remember when he was a pup.

If we couldn’t laugh, we would all go insane.

Unless you are educated in metaphor, you are not safe to be let loose in the world.

Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can’t, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.

A jury consists of twelve persons chosen to decide who has the better lawyer.

The difference between a job and a career is the difference between forty and sixty hours a week.

How many things would you attempt if you knew you could not fail.

I’ll put an end to the idea that a woman’s body belongs to her. Nazi ideals demand that the practice of abortion shall be exterminated with a strong hand.

Picking five favorite books is like picking the five body parts you’d most like not to lose.

The soul is the effect and instrument of a political anatomy; the soul is the prison of the body.

Feeling, the strength of the roots beneath my body I stand here planted in the soil of all that came before me and all that will follow.

Bodies are real entities. Surfaces and lines are but fictitious entities. A surface without depth, a line without thickness, was never seen by any man; no; nor can any conception be seriously formed of its existence.

If only were my skin like art shining against the mould, if only my body were a canvas brave if only.

When will the leaves begin to change in this body of mine?

They called me a lost cause but I’m not the boy I once was I’ve paid full price for each mistake now I know, how much this body can take.