Politics Is The Diversion Of Trivial Men

No Man Can Think Clearly When His Fists Are Clenched.

Like Everybody Else, When I Don't Know What Else To Do, I Seem To Go In For Catching Colds.

Whenever A Man Encounters A Woman In A Mood He Doesn't Understand, He Wants To Know If She's Tired.

It May Be Said That Artist And Censor Differ In This Wise: That The First Is A Decent Mind In An Indecent Body And That The Second Is An Indecent Mind In A Decent Body.

I Know Many Married Men, I Even Know A Few Happily Married Men, But I Don't Know One Who Wouldn't Fall Down The First Open Coal Hole Running After The First Pretty Girl Who Gave Him A Wink.