Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.

Never will a time come when the most marvelous recent invention is as marvelous as a newborn child.

Poetry is the establishment of a metaphorical link between white butterfly-wings and the scraps of torn-up love-letters.

I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep.

I had been keeping an off eye on the advertising field, thinking I might become an idea man and a copywriter.

The greatest cunning is to have none at all.

A politician should have three hats. One for throwing into the ring, one for talking through, and one for pulling rabbits out of if elected.