A Man Has Only One Way Of

Falsehood Is The Jockey Of Misfortune.

Death Holds No Horrors. It Is Simply The Ultimate Horror Of Life.

All Women Are Born Evil. Some Just Realize Their Potential Later In Life Than Others.

I Remember A Time When A Cabbage Could Sell Itself By Being A Cabbage. Nowadays It’s No Good Being A Cabbage – Unless You Have An Agent And Pay Him A Commission. Nothing Is Free Anymore To Sell Itself Or Give Itself Away. These Days, Countess, Every Cabbage Has Its Pimp.

To Have Money Is To Be Virtuous, Honest, Beautiful And Witty And To Be Without Is To Be Ugly And Boring And Stupid And Useless.