There is no point in poverty if it does not make a rich man, observing it, feel better.

Political satire became obsolete when Henry Kissinger was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize.

You are either on Wall Street or you’re a bum and there’s nothing in between.

Love turns, with little indulgence, to indifference or disgust: hatred alone is immortal.

Some men are born sodomites, some achieve sodomy, and some have sodomy thrust upon them...

While pensive poets painful vigils keep,Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.

He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.

Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?

Windmill or no windmill, he said, life would go on as it had always gone on--that is, badly.

I guess if you get too close, the twinkling stops; they don’t look like stars anymore.

I suppose that I found out two more constituents of the eternal engine: folly and curiosity.

Is my paranoia getting completely out of hand, or are you mongoloids really talking about me?

We put our flags in soil when we arrive, as if it now belongs to us and we know where we are.

He was a great patriot, a humanitarian, a loyal friend- provided of course he really is dead.

Really, I protest--what is left for the satirical mind to invent when reality so surpasses it?