They're Stealing My Ideas. They're

They're Stealing My Ideas. They're Imitating My Shots.

There Are Only Two Kinds Of Class: First Class And No Class.

I'm So Depressed. Christmas Is The Worst Of All. Holidays Are Terrible, Worse Than Sundays. I Get Melancholia.

She Has Good Instincts, But Wrong Judgments. She'll Rue The Day.

The Little Religion That I Have Clung To-that What Matters Most Is The Continuity Of Life, And Its Improvement From One Generation To Another.