No Man Is Really Honest; None Of

Ignorance Can Be Cured, But Stupidity Is Forever

To Invoke Solely The Weaker Arguments And Yet Triumph Is An Art Worth More Than A Hundred Thousand Drachmae.

Women, You Overheated Dipsomaniacs, Never Passing Up A Chance To Wangle A Drink, A Great Boon To Bartenders But A Bane To Us--not To Mention Our Crockery And Our Woolens!

It Is Bad Taste For A Poet To Be Coarse And Hairy.

Poverty, The Most Fearful Monster That Ever Drew Breath.