I have one last request. Don't use embalming fluid on me; I want to be stuffed with crab meat.
But it was I - yes I - who discovered the link between excessive masturbation and entry into politics!
In my house I'm the boss, my wife is just the decision maker.
Tradition is the illusion of permanance.
There's nothing sexier than a lapsed Catholic.
How wrong Emily Dickinson was! Hope is not "the thing with feathers." The thing with feathers has turned out to be my nephew. I must take him to a specialist in Zurich.