Didn't you tie the mittens on her feet (Wednesday Evening's) extra special nice? Yes--she is an extra special nice pigeon. She cries for pity when she wants pity. And she shuts her eyes when she doesn't want to look at you. And if you look deep in her eyes when her eyes are open you will see lights there exactly like the lights on the pastures and the meadows when the mist is drifting on a Wednesday evening just between the twilight and gloaming.

a women is like a tea bag.it's only when she is in hot water that you realize how strong she is.

I'll die propped up in bed trying to do a poem about America.

Hog butcher for the world, Tool maker, stacker of wheat, Player with railroads and the nation's freight handler; Stormy, husky, brawling, City of big shoulders.

God, let me remember all good losers.

A tree is best measured when it is down - and so it is with people.

Arithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head to your hand to your pencil to your paper till you get the answer.