I have asked myself once or twice lately what was my natural bent. I have no doubt at all: It is to look at each day for the evil of that day and have a go at it, and that is why I have never failed to have an acute interest in each morning's letters.

I'd wake up in the morning and I would think, 'Where am I?' I'd have to gather myself.

I wake up every morning feeling lucky - which is driven by fear, no doubt, since I know it could all go away.

I'm sorry I didn't wear paint this morning. I tend not to wear it unless I'm getting highly paid.

Some of those more out-there jokes were written in the wee hours of the morning. Somehow, they remained funny the next day.