I never see that prettiest thing- A cherry bough gone white with Spring- But what I think, "How gay 'twould be To hang me from a flowering tree.

I was always sweet, at first. Oh, it's so easy to be sweet to people before you love them.

She can sit up and beg, and she can give her paw — I don't say she will, but she can.

Once I was coming down a street in Beverly Hills and I saw a Cadillac about a block long, and out of the side window was a wonderfully slinky mink, and an arm, and at the end of the arm a hand in a white suede glove wrinkled around the wrist, and in the hand was a bagel with a bite out of it.

If I should labor through daylight and dark, Consecrate, valorous, serious, true, Then on the world I may blazon my mark; And what if I don't, and what if I do?

It was written without fear and without research.

Her mind lives tidily, apart from cold and noise and pain. And bolts the door against her heart, out wailing in the rain.