Critics Are Like Eunuchs; They

What The Hell Difference Does It Make, Left Or Right? There Were Good Men Lost On Both Sides.

Failure At A Task May Be The Result Of Having Tackled It At The Wrong Time.

I'm A Communist By Day And A Catholic As Soon As It Gets Dark.

The Bible Was A Consolation To A Fellow Alone In The Old Cell. The Lovely Thin Paper With A Bit Of Matress Stuffing In It, If You Could Get A Match, Was As Good A Smoke As I Ever Tasted.

Critics Are Like Eunuchs In A Harem; They Know How It's Done, They've Seen It Done Every Day, But They're Unable To Do It Themselves.