I drink because she nags, she said I nag because he drinks. But if the truth be known to you, He's a lush and she's a shrew.

Every new year is the direct descendant, isn't it, of a long line of proven criminals?

Here lies my past, Goodbye I have kissed it; Thank you kids, I wouldn't have missed it.

I'd rather be a great bad poet than a good bad poet.

The only people who should really sin are the people who can sin and grin.

Ten years ago she split the air To seize what she could spy Tonight she bumps against a chair, Betrayed by milky eye. She seems to pant, Time up, time up! My little dog must die, And lie in dust with Hector's pup; I So, presently, must I.

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.