The More People One Has

In An Expanding Universe, Time Is On The Side Of The Outcast. Those Who Once Inhabited The Suburbs Of Human Contempt Find That Without Changing Their Address They Eventually Live In The Metropolis.

Men Get Laid, But Women Get Screwed.

Never Sweep. After Four Years The Dirt Gets No Worse.

The Measure Of Woman's Distaste For Any Part Of Her Life Lies Not In The Loudness Of Her Lamentations (these Are Only An Attempt To Buy A Martyr's Crown At A Reduced Price) But In Her Persistent Pursuit Of That Occupation Of Which She Never Ceases To Complain.

I Never Spend My Time Doing Anything I'll Have To Do Again Tomorrow.