There Is Such A Thing As Too

The Fact Is That All Of Us Have Only One Personality, And We Wring It Out Like A Dishtowel. You Are What You Are.

There Are Nineteen Words In Yiddish That Convey Gradations Of Disparagement, From A Mild, Fluttery Helplessness To A State Of Downright, Irreconcilable Brutishness. All Of Them Can Be Usefully Employed To Pinpoint The Kind Of Individuals I Write About.

Only The Scenario Writers Are Exempt. These Are Tied Between The Tails Of Two Spirited Caucasian Ponies, Which Are Then Driven Off In Opposite Directions. This Custom Is Called A Conference.

Love Is Not The Dying Moan Of A Distant Violin - It's The Triumphant Twang Of A Bedspring.

To Err Is Human, To Forgive Supine.