All cheap artists do self-portraits.
When you understand that the term, “Who cares?” is a benediction, you’re making progress.
Only two classes of people resent new information—men and women.
A reporter once asked a Cosmic Revolutionist, “I expect you’re you own severest critic,” which provoked such volcanic laughter from the rebel, that he was put on United Press’ list of unfriendly countries.
A man with one ear will never find solace in solitude.