I Believe The Twenty-four Hour Day Has

"after All," As A Pretty Girl Once Said To Me, "women Are A Sex By Themselves, So To Speak."

But To Die Of Laughter--this, Too, Seems To Me A Great Euthanasia.

Fate Weaves The Darkness, Which Is Perhaps Why She Weaves So Badly.

Good Sense About Trivialities Is Better Than Nonsense About Things That Matter.

History Does Not Repeat Itself. The Historians Repeat One Another.