We Think Too Much And Feel Too

Judge A Man Not By How He Treats His Equals But By How He Treats His Inferiors.

My Prodigious Sin Was, And Still Is, Being A Non-conformist.

I Can't Understand Karl Marx, So How Can I Be A Communist?

What A Sad Business Is Being Funny!

When We Got Off The Streetcar At Times Square, It Was Somewhat Of A Letdown. Newspapers Were Blowing About The Road And Pavement, And Broadway Looked Seedy, Like A Slovenly Woman Just Out Of Bed.