Sex Is A Slotmachine.

Man Seems To Be An Animal Whose Capacity For Lies Is Only Equalled By His Credulity; It Does No Good To Let Battalions Of Cats Outof Bags, To Produce Whole Harems Of Naked Facts, People Eat The Same Three Meals Daily Deception, And Are Always Ready To Turn With Fury Upon The Purveyors Of Bagless Cats And Facts Undraped. Probably Their Instinct Is Wise. Who Knows?

When The Typewriter Stops In A New York Office Everybody's Embarrassed; Men Start To Quarrel Or To Make Love To The Stenographer Or Drop Lighted Cigarettes In The Wastebasket.

Remember That It's Never A Crime In The Face Of Humanity And Enlightenment To Distribute The Works Of The Great Humanists Among The Merchants And Moneychangers Of This Godforsaken Country... You Better Slip Me The Dough.

A Man's Got To Work For More Than Himself And His Kids To Feel Right

It Has Been The Struggle Between Privileged Men Who Have Managed To Get Hold Of The Levers Of Power And The People In General Withtheir Vague And Changing Aspirations For Equality, For Justice, For Some Kind Of Gentler Brotherhood And Peace, Which Has Kept That Balance Of Forces We Call Our System Of Government In Equilibrium.