You Can't Enjoy Light Verse

The Old Notion That Brevity Is The Essence Of Wit Has Succumbed To The Modern Idea That Tedium Is The Essence Of Quality.

Anything That Isn't Opposed By About 40 Percent Of Humanity Is Either An Evil Business Or So Unimportant That It Simply Doesn't Matter.

The Dirty Work At Political Conventions Is Almost Always Done In The Grim Hours Between Midnight And Dawn. Hangmen And Politicians Work Best When The Human Spirit Is At Its Lowest Ebb.

Skinny Women Don't Enjoy Being Told They're Skinny Nowadays. They Enjoy Telling You How They Got That Way, As Though Starvation Were An Achievement.

So There He Is At Last. Man On The Moon. The Poor Magnificent Bungler! He Can't Even Get To The Office Without Undergoing The Agonies Of The Damned, But Give Him A Little Metal, A Few Chemicals, Some Wire And Twenty Or Thirty Billion Dollars And Vroom! There He Is, Up On A Rock A Quarter Of A Million Miles Up In The Sky.