Grumbling Is The Death Of Love

I Have A Child And I've Made A Few People Happy. That Is All.

I Am At Heart A Gentleman.

Every Human Being Is In Need Of Talking To Somebody. In This Country Nobody Has Time. It Seems That Talking To A Friend Has Gone Out Of Style. Now You Have To Pay Money To Go To An Analyst.

Gentleman. A Man Who Buys Two Of The Same Morning Paper From The Doorman Of His Favorite Nightclub When He Leaves With His Girl.

Words Can Bruise And Break Hearts, And Minds As Well. There Are No Black And Blue Marks, No Broken Bones To Put In Plaster Casts, And Therefore No Prison Bars For The Offender.