To Err Is Human, To Forgive Supine.

Freedley: Will I Feel Better After I Take It? Dr. Fitch (coldly): I, Am A Physician, Freedley, Not An Astrologer. If You Want A Horoscope, There's A Gypsy Tearoom Over On Lexington Avenue.

Where Would The Rockefellers Be Today If Old John D. Had Gone On Selling Short-weight Kerosene ... To Widows And Orphans Instead Of Wisely Deciding To Mulct The Whole Country.

One Stifling Summer Afternoon Last August, In The Attic Of A Tiny Stone House In Pennsylvania, I Made A Most Interesting Discovery: The Shortest, Cheapest Method Of Inducing A Nervous Breakdown Ever Perfected. In This Technique..., The Subject Is Placed In A Sharply Sloping Attic Heated To 340 F And Given A Mothproof Closet Known As The Jiffy-cloz To Assemble.

I Cannot Recall A More Engaging Passage In Fiction, And I've Been Trying For Almost Eighteen Seconds.

I Don't Know Where We're Going Or How We'll Get There, But When We Get There We'll Be There - And That's Something, Even If It's Nothing.