Love your neighbor as yourself but don't take down your fence.
What else have I done nearly all my life than go hungry and go on singing?
I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep.
What is there more of in the world than anything else? Ends.
We live in the time of the colossal upright oblong.
I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of her age with ambiguity until, perhaps, she passes into the realm of over ninety. Then it is better she be candid with herself and with the world.