He is a writer for the ages, the ages of four to eight.

The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.

tomorrow's gone-we'll have tonight!

All I say is, nobody has any business to go around looking like a horse and behaving as if it were all right. You don't catch horses going around looking like people, do you?

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

There was a reason for the cost of those perfectly plain black dresses.

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