It's a naive domestic Burgundy without any breeding, but I think you'll be amused by its presumption.

Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.

Progress was all right. Only it went on too long.

I am not a cat man, but a dog man, and all felines can tell this at a glance - a sharp, vindictive glance.

All men should strive to learn before they die, what they are running from, and to, and why.

The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody's guess.

A drawing is always dragged down to the level of its caption.