All In All, Death Is

Women Always Have Some Mental Reservation.

I Piss On You All From A Considerable Height.

Love, Arthur, Is A Poodle's Chance Of Attaining The Infinite, And Personally I Have My Pride.

We Never Change. Neither Our Socks Nor Our Masters Nor Our Opinions, Or We're So Slow About It That It's No Use. We Were Born Loyal And That's What Killed Us! Soldiers Free Of Charge, Heroes For Everyone Else, Talking Monkeys, Tortured Words, We Are The Minions Of King Misery...it's Not A Life.

There Are Certain Advantages In Being Cursed By All And Sundry ... Especially, It Dispenses You With Having To Be Nice To Anybody ... There's Nothing More Emollient, Stultifying, Emasculating Than Wanting To Be Liked ... "not Nice!" ... That Does It, You're Free!.