There's No One, No One, Loves You

I Have A Total Irreverence For Anything Connected With Society Except That Which Makes The Roads Safer, The Beer Stronger, The Food Cheaper And The Old Men And Old Women Warmer In The Winter And Happier In The Summer.

Ninety-seven Saint Days A Year Wouldn't Affect The Theater, But Two Yom Kippurs Would Ruin It.

The Terrorist Is The One With The Small Bomb.

That You, Sister. May You Be The Mother Of A Bishop.

They Took Away Our Land, Our Language, And Our Religion; But They Could Never Harness Our Tongues.