I have three phobias which, could I mute them, would make my life as slick as a sonnet, but as dull as ditch water: I hate to go to bed, I hate to get up, and I hate to be alone.
In the first place, God made idiots. That was for practice. Then he made school boards.
I have hardly seen my baby for six weeks; have been at the office from nine A.M. to eleven P.M. regularly.

