To Err Is Human, To Forgive Supine.

Nature, It Appears, Has Been Rather More Bountiful To Paul's Body And Purse Than To His Intellect; Above The Ears, Speaking Bluntly, The Boy Is Strictly Tapioca.

You'll Have To Leave My Meals On A Tray Outside The Door Because I'll Be Working Pretty Late On The Secret Of Making Myself Invisible, Which May Take Me Almost Until Eleven O'clock.

There Is Such A Thing As Too Much Couth.

The Dubious Privilege Of A Freelance Writer Is He’s Given The Freedom To Starve Anywhere.

We Old Roosters Must Be Cautious. Don't Try To Outwit Your Arteries.