I set my monkey on the log, and ordered him to do the Dog. He wagged his tail and shook his head, and he went and did the Cat instead.
The land of milk and honey, they say it is the land of money.
Patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings.
It frightens me, the awful truth, of how sweet life can be.
Ah, current music. What would that be? Ah, really, a lot of it sounds defective to me. It makes me restless.
The inmates and prisoners, I found they were my kind, and it was there inside the bars I found my peace of mind.