I'd Rather Be Strongly Wrong Than Weakly

The Less I Behave Like Whistler's Mother The Night Before, The More I Look Like Her The Morning After.

I Think The Republican Party Should Be Placed In Drydock And Have The Barnacles Scraped Off Its Bottom.

It's Unlikely I'll Ever Submit To A Psychiatrist's Couch. I Don't Want Some Stranger Prowling Around Through My Psyche, Monkeying With My Id. I Don't Need An Analyst To Tell Me That I Have Never Had Any Sense Of Security. Who Has?

No Man Worth His Salt, No Man Of Spirit And Spine, No Man For Whom I Could Have Any Respect, Could Rejoice In The Identification Of Tallulah's Husband. It's Tough Enough To Be Bogged Down In A Legend. It Would Be Even Tougher To Marry One.

If I Had To Live My Life Again, I'd Make The Same Mistakes, Only Sooner.