The Joy In Life Is

I Want To Be All Used Up When I Die.

The Sex Illusion Is Not A Fixed Quantity: Not What Mathematicians Call A Constant. It Varies From Zero In My Wife's Case To Madness In That Of Our Stepsister.

Remember That You Are A Human Being With A Soul And The Divine Gift Of Articulate Speech: That Your Native Language Is The Language Of Shakespeare And Milton And The Bible; And Don't Sit There Crooning Like A Bilious Pigeon.

As Long As I Have A Want, I Have A Reason For Living. Satisfaction Is Death.

Compassion Is The Fellow-feeling Of The Unsound.