Critics Are Like Eunuchs; They

Ah, Bless You, Sister, May All Your Sons Be Bishops.

I'm A Communist By Day And A Catholic As Soon As It Gets Dark.

The Bible Was A Consolation To A Fellow Alone In The Old Cell. The Lovely Thin Paper With A Bit Of Matress Stuffing In It, If You Could Get A Match, Was As Good A Smoke As I Ever Tasted.

One Drink Is To Many For Me And A Thousand Not Enough.

A General And A Bit Of Shooting Makes You Forget Your Troubles ... It Takes Your Mind Off The Cost Of Living.