This must be a gift book. That is to say a book, which you wouldn't take on any other terms.

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

Dear Mary: We all knew you had it in you.

If you're going to write, don't pretend to write down. It's going to be the best you can do, and it's the fact that it's the best you can do that kills you.

Q: What's the difference between an enzyme and a hormone? A: You can't hear an enzyme.

My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He'll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He'll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart, -- And I wish somebody'd shoot him.

ridicule may be a shield, but it is not a weapon.