Who Cares?

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 your own severest critic,” which provoked such volcanic laughter from the rebel that he was put on United Press’s list of unfriendly countries.



A man with one ear will never find solace in solitude.