I'm going to Boston to see my doctor. He's a very sick man.
He's so small, he's a waste of skin.
To a newspaperman, a human being is an item with skin wrapped around it.
A psychiatrists is the next man you start talking to after you start talking to yourself.
Most of us spend the first six days of each week sowing wild oats; then we go to church on Sunday and pray for a crop failure.
We are living in the machine age. For the first time in history the comedian has been compelled to supply himself with jokes and comedy material to compete with the machine. Whether he knows it or not, the comedian is on a treadmill to oblivion.