Since Life Consists Of Madness Spiked With

When You Stop To Examine The Way In Which Our Words Are Formed And Uttered, Our Sentences Are Hard-put To It To Survive The Disaster Of Their Slobbery Origins.

This Instinctive Repulsion Which Tradespeople Inspire In Men Of Sensitive Feeling Is One Of The Very Rare Consolations For Being So Impoverished Which Are Given To Those Of Us Who Don’t Sell Anything To Anybody.

Love, Arthur, Is A Poodle's Chance Of Attaining The Infinite, And Personally I Have My Pride.

I Warn You That When The Princes Of This World Start Loving You It Means They Are Going To Grind You Up Into Battle Sausage.

My Trouble Is Insomnia. If I Had Always Slept Properly, I'd Never Have Written A Line.