The Realisation Of One's Own Death Is

I'm Trying To Die Correctly, But It's Very Difficult, You Know.

Life Is Like A Cucumber. One Minute It's In Your Hand, The Next It's Up You Ass.

Who Invented The Human Heart, I Wonder? Tell Me, And Then Show Me The Place Where He Was Hanged.

He Thought And Suffered A Good Deal But He Lacked The Resolution To Dare--the First Requisite Of A Practitioner.

After All The Work Of The Philosophers On His Soul And The Doctors On His Body, What Can We Really Say We Know About A Man? That He Is, When All Is Said And Done, Just A Passage For Liquids And Solids, A Pipe Of Flesh.