Death Has This Much To

I've Been Trying To Write For As Long As I Can Remember. But Those First Fifteen Years Didn't Produce Much Of Great Interest. I Mean, It Embarrasses Me Very Much To Look Back On My Early Poems--very Few Lines Of Any Merit At All And Lots Of Affectation. But There Were Quite A Lot Of Them. That's A Point In One's Favor.

It's A Letdown If The Comedian Doesn't Finally Actually Really Sit On His Hat.

Women Are Really Much Nicer Than Men: No Wonder We Like Them.

Politics Is A Thing That Only The Unsophisticated Can Really Go For.

Your Attitude Measures Up To The Two Requirements Of Love. You Want To Go To Bed With Her And Can't, And You Don't Know Her Very Well. Ignorance Of The Other Person Topped Up With Deprivation, Jim. You Fit The Formula All Right, And What's More You Want To Go On Fitting It.