Home is where the heart is, home is where the fart is. Come let us fart in the home. There is no art in a fart. Still a fart may not be artless. Let us fart and artless fart in the home.

How did you go bankrupt?" Two ways. Gradually, then suddenly.

The house was built on the highest part of the narrow tongue of land between the harbor and the open sea. It had lasted through three hurricanes and it was built solid as a ship.

Nobody climbs on skis now and almost everybody breaks their legs but maybe it is easier in the end to break your legs than to break your heart although they say that everything breaks now and that sometimes, afterwards, many are stronger at the broken places.

To hell with luck. I'll bring the luck with me.

No weapon has ever settled a moral problem. It can impose a solution but it cannot guarantee it to be a just one.

People fall in love, but have to climb out.