Well, Art Is Art, Isn't It? Still,

My Mother Loved Children - She Would Have Given Anything If I Had Been One.

Life Is A Whim Of Several Billion Cells To Be You For A While

All Geniuses Die Young.

The Only Real Laughter Comes From Despair.

Two Women At A Resort Discussed Dinner: "the Food Here Is Lousy," The First Noted. "you're Right! And Such Small Portions!!" The Second Added