Morals Are A Luxury Of The Rich.

I Learned Long Ago, Never To Wrestle With A Pig. You Get Dirty, And Besides, The Pig Likes It.

We Live In An Atmosphere Of Shame. We Are Ashamed Of Everything That Is Real About Us; Ashamed Of Ourselves, Of Our Relatives, Of Our Incomes, Of Our Accents, Of Our Opinions, Of Our Experience, Just As We Are Ashamed Of Our Naked Skins.

The Fickleness Of The Women I Love Is Only Equalled By The Infernal Constancy Of The Women Who Love Me.

When A Man Of Normal Habits Is Ill, Everyone Hastens To Assure Him That He Is Going To Recover. When A Vegetarian Is Ill (which Fortunately Very Seldom Happens), Everyone Assures Him That He Is Going To Die, And That They Told Him So, And That It Serves Him Right. They Implore Him To Take At Least A Little Gravy, So As To Give Himself A Chance Of Lasting Out The Night

Just Do What Must Be Done. This May Not Be Happiness, But It Is Greatness.