A bit of talcum Is always walcum.

The dog is man's best friend. He has a tail on one end. Up in front he has teeth. And four legs underneath.

When I remember bygone days I think how evening follows morn So many I loved were not yet dead, So many I love were not yet born.

To maintain your marriage brimming, with really like in the wedding cup, anytime you are incorrect, admit it each time you're proper, shut up.

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.

Maybe I couldn't be dafter, But I keep wondering if this time we settle our differences before a war instead of after.

Where there is a monster, there is a miracle.