No sooner had the paint dried in the restrooms of that new city pub, than this gracious graffiti appeared:  “The lessons of history are wasted on those with a brain.”



One way to spot the universal, as opposed to the local, is that the universal is incapable of sarcasm.



Every time he’d cut himself while shaving, this one guy – being god and all – would see to it that somebody else would bleed.



The Saying Of One Guy (or at least one of his sayings): Says the guy: “The only proper reason for being tired is from having fun.”



Some kings write the songs of tribute and praise themselves for fear that no one else will; not all royalty is as unconscious as inbreeding would predict.