Get Your Dirty Stinking Moron Knees Off

I Thought What I'd Do Was I'd Pretend I Was One Of Those Deaf-mutes.

That's The Whole Trouble. When You're Feeling Very Depressed, You Can't Even Think.

I Mean How Do You Know What You're Going To Do Till You Do It? The Answer Is, You Don't. I Think I Am, But How Do I Know? I Swear It's A Stupid Question.

The More Expensive A School Is, The More Crooks It Has — I'm Not Kidding.

Phooey, I Say, On All White-shoe College Boys Who Edit Their Campus Literary Magazines. Give Me An Honest Con Man Any Day.