Love Is A Hole In The Heart.

A Movie Is Never Any Better Than The Stupidest Man Connected With It.

I Have Known A Number Of Don Juans Who Were Good Studs And Who Cavorted Between The Sheets Without A Psychiatrist To Guide Them. But Most Of The Busy Love-makers I Knew Were Looking For Masculinity Rather Than Practicing It. They Were Fellows Of Dubious Lust.

Socially, A Journalist Ranks Somewhere Between The Madam Of A Whorehouse And A Bartender. But Spiritually He Ranks With Galileo, For He Knows The World Is Round.

There Is Nothing As Dull As An Intellectual Ally After A Certain Age.

He Was In Love With Life As An Ant On A Summer Blade Of Grass.