I can feel a thing I cannot touch and touch a thing I cannot feel. The first is sad and sorry, the second is your heart.
Nowadays most men lead lives of noisy desperation.
Early to rise and early to bed makes a male healthy, wealthy, and dead.
Art – the one achievement of man which has made the long trip up from all fours seem well advised
In his grief over the loss of a dog, a little boy stands for the first time on tiptoe, peering into the rueful morrow of manhood. After this most inconsolable of sorrows there is nothing life can do to him that he will not be able somehow to bear.
There is no safety in numbers, or in anything else.
Man has gone long enough, or even too long, without being man enough to face the simple truth that the trouble with man is man.
These are the days of bootleg love.
I am not a cat man, but a dog man, and all felines can tell this at a glance - a sharp, vindictive glance.
For one thing, she pronounced flowers 'flars' and I couldn't let it slide.
Live life by the abc's...adventure, bravery and creativity.
Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.
All men kill the thing they hate, too, unless, of course, it kills them first.
I hate women because they always remember where things are.