Soon we'll be out amid the cold world's strife. Soon we'll be sliding down the razor blade of life. But as we go our sordid sep'rate ways, We shall ne'er forget thee, thou golden college days. Hearts full of youth, Hearts full of truth, Six parts gin to one part vermouth.

Be it ever so decadent, there's no place like home.

The audience usually has to be with you, I'm afraid. I always regarded myself as not even preaching to the converted, I was titillating the converted.

Don't write naughty words on the wall if you can't spell!

You can raise welts like nobody else, as we dance to the Masochism Tango.

I went from adolescence to senility, trying to bypass maturity.

Don't solicit for your sister, it's not nice. Unless you get a good percentage of her price.