Wit Is Like Caviar - It Should

Wit Ought To Be A Glorious Treat Like Caviar; Never Spread It About Like Marmalade.

I Do Not Intend To Let Myself Down More Than I Can Possibly Help, And I Find That The Fewer Illusions I Have About Myself Or The World Around Me, The Better Company I Am For Myself.

Having To Read Footnotes Resembles Having To Go Downstairs To Answer The Door While In The Midst Of Making Love.

As One Gets Older, One Discovers Everything Is Going To Be Exactly The Same With Different Hats On.

You Kissed Me Because You Were Awfully Nice And I Was Awfully Nice And We Both Liked Kissing Very Much. It Was Inevitable.