The admission fee was a viper's tongue and a half-concealed stiletto. It was a sort of intellectual slaughterhouse.

Some day there will have to be some new rules established about name-calling. I don't mean the routine cursing that goes on between husband and wife, but the naming of defenseless, unsuspecting babies.

Even the intellectual crowd will have none of me. Physically, I look like one of them. Graying at the temples, I walk with a slight limp and wear thick glasses.

I am a man and you are a woman. I can't think of a better arrangement.

Madam, you're making history, in fact, you're making me, and I wish you'd keep my hands to yourself

Poverty makes people sub-human Excess of wealth makes people inhuman

If you are not having fun you are doing something wrong.