i have had my ups and downs but wotthehell wotthehell yesterday sceptres and crowns fried oysters and velvet gowns and today i herd with bums but wotthehell wotthehell i wake the world from sleep as i caper and sing and leap when i sing my wild free tune wotthehell wotthehell under the blear eyed moon i am pelted with cast off shoon but wotthehell wotthehell

A fierce unrest seethes at the core, of all existing things:, it was the eager wish to soar, that gave the gods their wings.

Not every woman in old slippers can manage to look like Cinderella

Of middle age the best that can be said is that a middle aged person has likely learned how to have a little fun in spite of his troubles.

You want to know whether I believe in ghosts? Of course I do not believe in them. If you had known as many of them as I have, you would not believe in them either.

It takes all sorts of people to make the underworld.

I get up in the morning with an idea for a three-volume novel and by nightfall it's a paragraph in my column.