I was gratified to be able to answer promptly. I said I don't know.
There is a tragic flaw in our precious Constitution, and I don't know what can be done to fix it. This is it: Only nut cases want to be president.
Wit makes its own welcome, and levels all distinctions. No dignity, no learning, no force of character, can make any stand against good wit.
People will buy anything that is one to a customer.
A lie can travel halfway around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.
O Lord, help me to be pure, but not yet.
He was one of those men who think that the world can be saved by writing a pamphlet.
Early morning cheerfulness can be extremely obnoxious.
I take it that what all men are really after is some form or perhaps only some formula of peace.