The World Is A Grindstone And Life

Condensed Milk Is Wonderful. I Don't See How They Can Get A Cow To Sit Down On Those Little Cans.

A Human Being Is Nothing But A Story With Skin Around It.

If I Could Get My Membership Fee Back, I'd Resign From The Human Race.

Everywhere Outside New York City Is Bridgeport, Connecticut.

Television Is A Triumph Of Equipment Over People, And The Minds That Control It Are So Small That You Could Put Them In A Gnat's Navel With Room Left Over For Two Caraway Seeds And An Agent's Heart.