When Something Is Bothering Me, I Write

You're The Reason Our Kids Are Ugly.

I'd Love To Travel To The Holy Land.

Some Of My Friends Who Know Me Best Say They Wouldn't Trade Places With Me For $1 Million Because Of The Pace I Lead.

How Do You Measure Your Value?

I Wasn't For Vietnam. When I Told That To The Hippie Newspaper, All My People Got Nervous.