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(1923---1999), US novelist

When I grow up, I want to be a little boy.

(1888—1962)

British poet, author

I take politics only medicinally, as a cure of occasional attacks of insomnia.

(1868—1930)

U.S. humorist

A bad cold wouldn't be so annoying if it weren't for the advice of our friends.

(1868—1930)

U.S. humorist

Bees are not as busy as we think they are. They just can't buzz any slower.

(1868—1930)

U.S. humorist

Being an optimist after you've got everything you want doesn't count.

(1868—1930)

U.S. humorist

Boys will be boys, and so will a lot of middle-aged men.

(1868—1930)

U.S. humorist

I'll bet the hardest thing about prize fightin' is pickin' up yer teeth with a boxin' glove on.

(1868—1930)

U.S. humorist

It's going to be fun to watch and see how long the meek can keep the earth after they inherit it.

(1868—1930)

U.S. humorist

It's the poor loser who finally loses out.

(1868—1930)

U.S. humorist

No one can feel as hopeless as the owner of a sick goldfish.