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Just When You're Beginning To Think Pretty Well Of People, You Run Across Somebody Who Puts Sugar On Sliced Tomatoes.

My Philosophy Of Life Can Be Summed Up In Four Words: It Can't Be Helped.

Humor Springs From Rage, Hay Fever, Overdue Rent And Miscellaneous Hell.

The Dodo Never Had A Chance. He Seems To Have Been Invented For The Sole Purpose Of Becoming Extinct And That Was All He Was Good For.

[footnote:] The Female Of Any Species Is Generally Regarded As A Relatively Anabolic Organism, More Passive Than The Male, Who Is Relatively Katabolic And Active. The Fact Remains That One Frequently Runs Across A Rather Katabolic Female.