Wit Ought To Be A Glorious Treat

Marriage Is The Aftermath Of Love.

It Is My Considered Opinion That The Human Race (soi Disant) Is Cruel, Idiotic, Sentimental, Predatory, Ungrateful, Ugly, Conceited And Egocentric To The Last Ditch And That The Occasional Discovery Of An Isolated Exception Is As Deliciously Surprising As Finding A Sudden Brazil Nut In What You Know To Be Five Pounds Of Vanilla Creams. These Glorious Moments, Although Not Making Life Actually Worth Living, Perhaps, At Least Make It Pleasanter.

There's Always Something Fishy About The French.

Someday I Suspect, When Jesus Has Definitely Got Me For A Sunbeam, My Works May Be Adequately Assessed.

Squash - That's Not Exercise, It's Flagellation.