I Have One Head That Wants To

Intelligence Recognizes What Has Happened. Genius Recognizes What Will Happen.

To Read A Poem With No Thought In Mind But To Paraphrase It Into A Single, Simple And Usually High-minded Prose Statement Is The Destruction Of Poetry.

Written By A Sponge Dipped In Warm Milk And Sprinkled With Sugar.

I Have One Head That Wants To Be Good, And One That Wants To Be Bad. And Always, As Soon As I Get Up, One Of My Heads Is Sad.

A Carbonated Wine Foisted Upon Americans (who Else Would Drink It?) By Winery Ad Agencies As A Way Of Getting Rid Of Inferior Champagne By Mixing It With Inferior Burgundy.