There's No Art Where There's No Fee.

These Impossible Women! How They Do Get Around Us! The Poet Was Right: Can't Live With Them, Or Without Them!

Women, You Overheated Dipsomaniacs, Never Passing Up A Chance To Wangle A Drink, A Great Boon To Bartenders But A Bane To Us--not To Mention Our Crockery And Our Woolens!

One Must Not Try To Trick Misfortune, But Resign Oneself To It With Good Grace.

Open Your Mind Before Your Mouth

The Truth Is Forced Upon Us, Very Quickly, By A Foe.