The Astronomers Tell Us That

A Stricken Tree, A Living Thing, So Beautiful, So Dignified, So Admirable In Its Potential Longevity, Is, Next To Man, Perhaps The Most Touching Of Wounded Objects.

America -- Rather, The United States -- Seems To Me To Be The Jew Among The Nations. It Is Resourceful, Adaptable, Maligned, Envied, Feared, Imposed Upon. It Is Warm-hearted, Over-friendly; Quick-witted, Lavish, Colorful; Given To Extravagant Speech And Gestures; Its People Are Travelers And Wanderers By Nature, Moving, Shifting, Restless; Swarming In Fords, In Ocean Liners; Craving Entertainment; Volatile. The Chuckle Among The Nations Of The World.

There Are Two Ways Of Doing Battle Against Disgrace. You May Live It Down; Or You May Run Away From It And Hide. The First Method Is Heart-breaking, But Sure. The Second Cannot Be Relied Upon Because Of The Uncomfortable Way Disgrace Has Of Turning Up At Your Heels.

A Whole Roomful Of Jews Is Like A Charged Battery. The Vitality Sparks Seem To Fly, And Frequently The Result Is A Short Circuit.

Housework's The Hardest Work In The World. That's Why Men Won't Do It.