Love Matches, So Called, Have Illusion For

There Is Something Laughable About The Sight Of Authors Who Enjoy The Rustling Folds Of Long And Involved Sentences: They Are Trying To Cover Up Their Feet.

I Would Only Believe In A God Who Could Dance. And When I Saw My Devil I Found Him Serious, Thorough, Profound, And Solemn: It Was The Spirit Of Gravity—through Him All Things Fall. Not By Wrath Does One Kill But By Laughter. Come, Let Us Kill The Spirit Of Gravity!

Man Is More Ape Than Many Of The Apes.

The Mouth May Lie, Alright, But The Face It Makes Nonetheless Tells The Truth.

Aphorisms Should Be Peaks - And Those Who Are Addressed, Tall And Lofty. The Air Thin And Pure, Danger Near, And The Spirit Full Of Gay Sarcasm: These Go Well Together.