I Guess I'm Just An Old Mad

I Don't Know Where We're Going Or How We'll Get There, But When We Get There We'll Be There - And That's Something, Even If It's Nothing.

I Have No Truck With Lettuce, Cabbage, And Similar Chlorophyll. Any Dietitian Will Tell You That A Running Foot Of Apple Strudel Contains Four Times The Vitamins Of A Bushel Of Beans.

There Are Nineteen Words In Yiddish That Convey Gradations Of Disparagement, From A Mild, Fluttery Helplessness To A State Of Downright, Irreconcilable Brutishness. All Of Them Can Be Usefully Employed To Pinpoint The Kind Of Individuals I Write About.

In My More Pompous Moments I Like To Think Of Myself As A Writer Rather Than A Humorist, But I Suppose That's Merely The Vanity Of Advancing Age.

There Is Such A Thing As Too Much Couth.