Whatever You Hold In Contempt Is Your

That You, Sister. May You Be The Mother Of A Bishop.

New York Is My Lourdes, Where I Go For Spiritual Refreshment... A Place Where You're Least Likely To Be Bitten By A Wild Goat.

There's No One, No One, Loves You Like Yourself.

A Man Is Fortunate If He Encounters Living Examples Of Vice, As Well As Of Virtue, To Inspire Him.

Ah, Bless You, Sister, May All Your Sons Be Bishops.