I Don't Even Like Old Cars. I'd

I’m Not Going To Bed After All. Somebody Around Here Hath Murdered Sleep. Good For Him.

Then Again You May Pick Up Just Enough Education To Hate People Who Say, 'it's A Secret Between He And I.'

Women Kill Me. They Really Do. I Don't Mean I'm Oversexed Or Anything Like That—although I Am Quite Sexy. I Just Like Them, I Mean. They're Always Leaving Their Goddam Bags Out In The Middle Of The Aisle.

I Don't Know What Good It Is To Know So Much And Be Smart As Whips And All If It Doesn't Make You Happy.

Most Stuff That Is Genuine Is Better Left Unsaid.