There's No One, No One,

The Terrorist Is The One With The Small Bomb.

I Ruined My Health Drinking To Other People's.

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.

It Is A Good Deed To Forget A Poor Joke

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