He Looks As Though He's Been Weaned

[on Washington, D.c.:] A Town Of Successful Men And The Women They Married Before They Were Successful.

He Looks As Though He's Been Weaned On A Pickle.

My Father Always Wanted To Be The Corpse At Every Funeral, The Bride At Every Wedding And The Baby At Every Christening.

I Have A Simple Philosophy: Fill What's Empty. Empty What's Full. Scratch Where It Itches.

You Can't Make A Souffle Rise Twice.