I didn’t attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.
Tuesday, September 6, 2016
Monday, August 29, 2016
Only the wisest and stupidest of men never change.
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
The past always looks better than it was. It’s only pleasant because it isn’t here.
Friday, August 12, 2016
By now, it’s obvious to everyone with open eyes that Donald Trump is an ignorant, wildly dishonest, erratic, immature, bullying egomaniac. On the other hand, he’s a terrible person.
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of.
Tuesday, August 2, 2016
All art is autobiographical. The pearl is the oyster’s autobiography.
Thursday, July 21, 2016
I cook with wine, sometimes I even add it to the food.
Tuesday, July 19, 2016
Curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was a suspect.
Monday, July 18, 2016
Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.
Friday, July 15, 2016
Metaphors have a way of holding the most truth in the least space.
Thursday, July 14, 2016
I detest life-insurance agents: they always argue that I shall some day die, which is not so.
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
It is what you do from now on that will either move our civilization forward a few tiny steps, or else… begin to march us steadily backward.
Monday, July 11, 2016
It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer.
Friday, July 8, 2016
Martin Luther King, Jr.:
Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
Thursday, July 7, 2016
A portrait is a painting with something wrong with the mouth.
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
Now there’s three things you can do in a baseball game: You can win or you can lose or it can rain.
Friday, July 1, 2016
Canada is the only country in the world that knows how to live without an identity.
Thursday, June 30, 2016
The more I see of the representatives of the people, the more I admire my dogs.
Wednesday, June 29, 2016
Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.
The same could be said of blogging.
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
A professor is someone who talks in someone else’s sleep.