So by all means let's have a television show quick and long, even if the commercial has to be delivered by a man in a white coat with a stethoscope hanging around his neck, selling ergot pills. After all the public is entitled to what it wants, isn't it? The Romans knew that and even they lasted four hundred years after they started to putrefy.

And the commercials would have sickened a goat raised on barbed wire and broken beer bottles.

A real gimlet is half gin and half Rose's lime juice and nothing else.

It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window.

The test of a writer is whether you want to read him again years after he should by the rules be dated.

He sounded like a man who had slept well and didn't owe too much money.

You can't tell a doper well under control from a vegetarian book-keeper.