I make mistakes, but I am on the side of Good," the Golux said, "by accident and happenchance. I had high hopes of being Evil when I was two, but in my youth I came upon a firefly burning in a spider's web. I saved the victim's life." "The firefly's ?" said the minstrel. "The spider's. The blinking arsonist had set the web on fire.

Let the meek inherit the earth -- they have it coming to them.

You are all a lost generation," Gertrude Stein said to Hemingway. We weren't lost. We knew where we were, all right, but we wouldn't go home. Ours was the generation that stayed up all night.

The only rules comedy can tolerate are those of taste, and the only limitations those of libel.

She wasn't much to look at but she was something to think about.

I always begin at the left with the opening word of the sentence and read toward the right and I recommend this method.

One martini is all right. Two are too many, and three are not enough.