Humor is hope's companion in arms. It is not brash, it is not cheap, it is not heartless. Among other things I think humor is a shield, a weapon, a survival kit.

A husband is a guy who tells you when you've got on too much lipstick and helps you with your girdle when your hips stick.

No matter how deep and dark your pit, how dank your shroud, their heads are heroically unbloody and unbowed.

This is my dream, It is my own dream, I dreamt it. I dreamt that my hair was kempt. Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.

My garden will never make me famous, I'm a horticultural ignoramus.

He without benefit of scruples - His fun and money soon quadruples.

O thrice unhappy home Whose master doesn't know the difference between a watt and an ohm!