Nobody Ever Died Of Laughter.

Reverence Is A Good Thing, And Part Of Its Value Is That The More We Revere A Man, The More Sharply Are We Struck By Anything In Him (and There Is Always Much) That Is Incongruous With His Greatness.

Fate Weaves The Darkness, Which Is Perhaps Why She Weaves So Badly.

People Who Insist On Telling Their Dreams Are Among The Terrors Of The Breakfast Table.

Have You Noticed ... There Is Never Any Third Act In A Nightmare? They Bring You To A Climax Of Terror And Then Leave You There. They Are The Work Of Poor Dramatists.

It Is Easier To Confess A Defect Than To Claim A Quality.