Apuleius married a rich widow, then wrote _The Golden Ass_.

Married couples who quarrel bitterly every day may really need each other as deeply as those who appear to be desperately in love.

Music is a savage art, a measured madness.

If, as some say, evil lies in the hearts and not the institutions of men, then there's hardly a distinction worth making between, say, Hitler's Germany and Rebecca's Sunnybrook Farm.

Of course I litter the public highway. Every chance I get. After all, it's not the beer cans that are ugly; it's the highway that is ugly.

Girls, like flowers, bloom but once. But once is enough.

Fence straddlers have no balls. In compensation, however, they enjoy a comfortable seat and can retreat swiftly, when danger threatens, to either side of the fence. There is something to be said for every position.