The Plague Of Government Is Senile Delinquency.

The Marriage Of Convenience Has This To Recommend It: We Are Better Judges Of Convenience Than We Are Of Love.

I Know Which Side My Bread Is Buttered On: The Side Which Falls On The Carpet.

No One Really Listens To Anyone Else, And If You Try It For A While You'll See Why.

The Neurotic Usually Obeys His Own Golden Rule: Hate Thy Neighbor As Thyself.

I Tell You This, And I Tell You Plain: What You Have Done, You Will Do Again; You Will Bite Your Tongue, Careful Or Not, Upon The Already-bitten Spot.