Among other things I think humor is a shield, a weapon, a survival kit. So here we are several billion of us, crowded into our global concentration camp for the duration. How are we to survive? Solemnity is not the answer, any more than witless and irresponsible frivolity is. I think our best chance lies in humor, which in this case means a wry acceptance of our predicament. We don't have to like it but we can at least recognize its ridiculous aspects, one of which is ourselves.

Some one invented the telephone, And interrupted a nation's slumbers, Ringing wrong but similar numbers.

Why did the Lord give use so much quickness unless it was to avoid responsibility?

People who work sitting down get paid more than people who work standing up.

They take the paper and they read the headlines. So they've heard of unemployment and they've heard of bread-lines. And they philanthropically cure them all by getting up a costume charity ball.

If you don't want to work, you have to work to earn enough money so that you won't have to work.

The burnt child, urged by rankling ire, Can hardly wait to get back at the fire.