A farm is an irregular patch of nettles bounded by short-term notes, containing a fool and his wife who didn't know enough to stay in the city.
S. J. PerelmanI'll dispose of my teeth as I see fit, and after they've gone, I'll get along. I started off living on gruel, and by God, I can always go back to it again.
S. J. PerelmanThe fact is that all of us have only one personality, and we wring it out like a dishtowel. You are what you are.
S. J. Perelman