And I Thought I Had Problems? Look

Any Real New Yorker Is A You-name-it-we-have-it-snob Whose Heart Brims With Sympathy For The Millions Of Unfortunates Who Through Misfortune, Misguidedness Or Pure Stupidity Live Anywhere Else In The World.

The True Snob Never Rests; There Is Always A Higher Goal To Attain, And There Are, By The Same Token, Always More And More People To Look Down Upon.

Brains Aren't Everything. In Fact In Your Case They're Nothing.

I Don't Know What Makes You So Dumb But It Really Works.

Tennis Is An Addiction That Once It Has Truly Hooked A Man Will Not Let Him Go.