In times like these, it helps to recall that there have always been times like these.

We were poor, but we didn't know it. There were no government bureaus in those days presuming to determine where poorness begins and ends, but I don't remember ever being hungry.

Retiring is just practicing up to be dead. That doesn't take any practice.

What is a policeman made of? He, of all men, is once the most needed and the most unwanted. He's a strangely nameless creature who is 'Sir' to his face and 'Fuzz' to his back.

A policeman must know everything - and not tell. He must know where all the sin is and not partake.