When I was young and bold and strong, The right was right, the wrong was wrong. With plume on high and flag unfurled, I rode away to right the world. But now I’m old - and good and bad, Are woven in a crazy plaid. I sit and say the world is so, And wise is s/he who lets it go.

All I need is room enough to lay a hat and a few friends.

Guns aren't lawful; nooses give; gas smells awful. So you might as well live.

I shudder at the thought of men.... I'm due to fall in love again

I'm not a writer with a drinking problem, I'm a drinker with a writing problem.

Salary is no object: I want only enough to keep body and soul apart.

The House Beautiful is the play lousy.