If You Can't Laugh At Yourself, You

The Truth Is Deafening, No Matter How Softly It Is Spoken.

I Was Born With A Priceless Gift, The Ability To Laugh At The Misfortunes Of Others.

The Whole Point Of Art, Aside From The Aesthetic Pleasure It Yields, Is That It Provides A Bridge To The Past; That Seductive Land Where We All Find Certainty And Consolation. Nothing Quite Spans This Gulf With Such Immediacy As The Art Of Popular Song.

If You Have To Explain Satire To Someone, You Might As Well Give Up.

I Know Body Hair Bothers Some Women, But A Lot Of Men Like A Fluffy Partner.