There's Nothing Wrong With The World. What's

I Have Never Been Able To Look Upon America As Young And Vital But Rather As Prematurely Old, As A Fruit Which Rotted Before It Had A Chance To Ripen.

Every Man With A Bellyful Of The Classics Is An Enemy To The Human Race.

The Waking Mind, You See, Is The Least Serviceable In The Arts.

When You Know What Men Are Capable Of You Marvel Neither At Their Sublimity Nor Their Baseness. There Are No Limits In Either Direction Apparently.

There's Something Perverse About Women...they're All Masochists At Heart.