A Life Spent In Constant Labor Is

Love Demands Infinitely Less Than Friendship.

An Actor Without A Playwright Is Like A Hole Without A Doughnut.

Sex Touches The Heavens Only When It Simultaneously Touches The Gutter And The Mud.

I Know Many Married Men, I Even Know A Few Happily Married Men, But I Don't Know One Who Wouldn't Fall Down The First Open Coal Hole Running After The First Pretty Girl Who Gave Him A Wink.

The Dramatic Critic Who Is Without Prejudice Is On The Plane With The General Who Does Not Believe In Taking Human Life.