Truth Is The Ricochet Of A Prejudice

My Theology, Briefly, Is That The Universe Was Dictated But Not Signed.

Truth Is What Every Man Sees Lurking At The Bottom Of His Own Soul, Like The Oyster Shell Housewives Put In The Kitchen Kettle To Collect The Lime From The Water. By And By Each Man's Iridescent Oyster Shell Of Truth Becomes Coated With The Lime Of Prejudice And Hearsay.

Truth, Like Milk, Arrives In The Dark But Even So, Wise Dogs Don't Bark. Only Mongrels Make It Hard For The Milkman To Come Up The Yard.

The Trouble With Wedlock Is That There's Not Enough Wed And Too Much Lock.

Humor Is Perhaps A Sense Of Intellectual Perspective: An Awareness That Some Things Are Really Important, Others Not; And That The Two Kinds Are Most Oddly Jumbled In Everyday Affairs.