Life Is A Tragedy Full Of Joy.

One's Fantasy Goes For A Walk And Returns With A Bride.

Overnight Business Could Go Down Enough To Hurt; Yet As A Rule It Slowly Recovered-sometimes It Seemed To Take Forever-went Up, Not High Enough To Be Really Up, Only Not Down.

It Was All Those Biographies In Me Yelling, 'we Want Out. We Want To Tell You What We've Done To You.'

We Can't All Be Friends And Relatives As The World Is; Most Of Us Have To Be Strangers.

Comedy, I Imagine, Is Harder To Do Consistently Than Tragedy, But I Like It Spiced In The Wine Of Sadness.