Style Is To Forget All Styles.

It Doesn't Pay To Say Too Much When You Are Mad Enough To Choke. For The Word That Stings The Deepest Is The Word That Is Never Spoke, Let The Other Fellow Wrangle Till The Storm Has Blown Away, Then He'll Do A Heap Of Thinking About The Things You Didn't Say.

Talent Is Like Money; You Don't Have To Have Some To Talk About It.

We Are In The World To Laugh. In Purgatory Or In Hell We Shall No Longer Be Able To Do So. And In Heaven It Would Not Be Proper.

I Have No Religion,’ Says Borneau, ‘but I Respect The Religion Of Others. Religion Is Sacred.’ Why This Privilege, This Immunity?... A Believer Creates God In His Own Image; If He Is Ugly, His God Will Be Morally Ugly. Why Should Moral Ugliness Be Respectable?

In Morals, Always Do As Others Do; In Art, Never.