Get with the Times, New Roman. (Oldest pun in the book!)
Rockwell is a slabby type—and he's always watching me.
The road to Helvetica is paved with good intentions.
The Futura's so bright, I gotta wear shades.
Watch out, folks, there's a new Serif in town. And he's got a couple of spurs!
Bad kerning can never be tracked or justified right.
Using Wingdings is just plain Dingbats!
My ideal type is modern—not gothic, not old style, and certainly not grotesque.
Did Mr Eaves just leave Mrs Eaves hanging?
Oh, crop! She's alt of control now.
Design is like a joke. If you have to explain it, it's not any good.
