The report of my death was an exaggeration.

Weather is a literary specialty, and no untrained hand can turn out a good article on it.

A round man cannot be expected to fit in a square hole right away. He must have time to modify his shape.

The difference between the right word and the almost right word is really a large matter - it's the difference between a lightning bug and the lightning.

I am alive and well and unconcerned about the rumors of my death. But if I were dead, I would be the last to know.

The number of times I have been declared dead is statistically insignificant,although admittedly non-zero.

My grandfather died last week, and we buried him at sea. Well, I say we buried him at sea; it was actually a village in north Wales at the time.