Let us hope, that a kind Providence will put a speedy end to the acts of God under which we have been laboring |
Life is a crowded superhighway with bewildering cloverleaf exits on which a man is liable to find himself speeding back in the direction he came |
Life is a zoo in a jungle. |
My father hated radio and could not wait for television to be invented so he could hate that too. |
Nostalgia isn't what it used to be. |
Nostalgia isn't what it used to be. |
Pain is the question mark turned like a fishhook in the human heart. |
The bonds of matrimony are like any other bonds - they mature slowly. |
The difficulty with marriage is that we fall in love with a personality, but must live with a character. |
The murals in restaurants are on par with the food in museums |
The remembrance of a beloved mother becomes a shadow to all our actions; it precedes or follows them |
The rich aren't like us, they pay less taxes |
The satirist shoots to kill while the humorist brings his prey back alive and eventually releases him again for another chance. |
The tuba is certainly the most intestinal of instruments, the very lower bowel of music. |
The universe is like a safe to which there is a combination. But the combination is locked up in the safe. |