As The Arteries Grow Hard, The Heart

Life Is A Constant Oscillation Between The Sharp Horns Of Dilemmas.

I Hate All Sports As Rabidly As A Person Who Likes Sports Hates Common Sense.

What The Meaning Of Human Life May Be I Don't Know: I Incline To Suspect That It Has None.

Man Weeps To Think That He Will Die So Soon; Woman, That She Was Born So Long Ago.

A Prohibitionist Is The Sort Of Man One Couldn't Care To Drink With, Even If He Drank.