My Lord, my Lord! What hast Thou done, lately?

Whosoever shall not fall by the sword or by famine, shall fall by pestilence, so why bother shaving?

The wicked at heart probably know something.

Whosover loveth wisdom is righteous, but he that keepeth company with fowl is weird.

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A DOE Unbearably lovely music is heard as the curtain rises, and we see the woods on a summer afternoon. A fawn dances on and nibbles slowly at some leaves. He drifts lazily through the soft foliage. Soon he starts coughing and drops dead.

Doing abominations is against the law, particularly if the abominations are done while wearing a lobster bib.

Whosoever shall not fall by the sword or by famine, shall fall by pestilence so why bother shaving?

Is it better to be the lover or the loved one? Neither, if your cholesterol is over six hundred. By love, of course, I refer to romantic love — the love between man and woman, rather than between mother and child, or a boy and his dog, or two headwaiters.