I Must Say I'm Not Very Fond

The World And All Its Wisdom Is But A Booby, Blundering School-boy That Needs Management And Could Be Managed, If Men And Women Would Be Human Beings Instead Of Just Business Men, Or Plumbers, Or Army Officers, Or Commuters, Or Educators, Or Authors, Or Clubwomen, Or Traveling Salesmen, Or Socialists, Or Republicans, Or Salvation Army Leaders, Or Wearers Of Cloths.

Whatever The Misery, He Could Not Regain Contentment With A World Which, Once Doubted, Became Absurd.

Every Man Is A King So Long As He Has Someone To Look Down On.

In Fact, The Whole Thing About Prohibition Is This: It Isn't The Initial Cost, It's The Humidity.

I Love America, But I Don't Like It.