Jokes are grievances. >>
The mark of our time is its revulsion against imposed patterns. >>
If the nineteenth century was the age of the editorial chair, ours is >>
I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy >>
Infancy conforms to nobody: all conform to it, so that one babe common >>
A soiled baby, with a neglected nose, cannot be conscientiously regard >>
Diaper backward spells repaid. Think about it.