Message? What The Hell Do

Whatever You Hold In Contempt Is Your Jailer.

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

There Is No Such Thing As Bad Publicity Except Your Own Obituary.

I Never Felt So Much At Home As I Do In New York. I Must Be A Devil.

Ninety-seven Saint Days A Year Wouldn't Affect The Theater, But Two Yom Kippurs Would Ruin It.