Can You Imagine 4,000 Years Passing, And

There Are Fewer Things More Thrilling In Life Than Lumpy Letters. That Rattle.

In All My Years Of New York Cab Riding I Have Yet To Find The Colorful, Philosophical Cabdriver That Keeps Popping Up On The Late Movies.

I've Met Them Down In The Cost And Accounting Department, Clean-shaven And In White Collars. They Can't See A Damn Thing Ridiculous About Themselves... Only About You.

The Hand Of Fate Had Dipped Into The Ragbag Of Humanity.

Some Men Are Baptists, Others Catholics; My Father Was An Oldsmobile Man.