Civilization is coming to an end, you understand.

Where's the man could ease a heart Like a satin gown?

Money cannot buy health, but I'd settle for a diamond-studded wheelchair.

The Swiss are a neat and an industrious people, none of whom is under seventy-five years of age.

I'm of the glamorous ladies At whose beckoning history shook. But you are a man, and see only my pan, So I stay at home with a book.

His books are exciting and powerful and — if I may filch the word from the booksy ones — pulsing.

You can lead a horticulture, but you can't make her think.