Nice Things Are Nicer Than Nasty Ones.

Be Glad You're Fifty - Andthat You Got There While Things Were Nice,in A World Worth Looking At Twice.so Here's Wishing You Many More Years,but Not All That Many. Cheers!

It Scored Right Away With Me By Being The Smooth, Fine-grained Sort, Not The Coarse Flaky, Dry-on-the-outside Rubbish Full Of Chunds Of Gut And Gristle To Testify To Its Authenticity.

Work Was Like Cats Were Supposed To Be: If You Disliked And Feared It And Tried To Keep Out If Its Way, It Knew At Once And Sought You Out And Jumped On Your Lap And Climbed All Over You To Show How Much It Loved You. Please God, He Thought, Don't Let Me Die In Harness.

It Is No Wonder That People Are So Horrible When They Start Life As Children.

Only A World Without Love Strikes Me As Instantly And Decisively More Terrible Than One Without Music.