Then if my friendships break and bend, There's little need to cry The while I know that every foe Is faithful till I die.

They say of me, and so they should, It's doubtful if I come to good. I see acquaintances and friends Accumulating dividends And making enviable names In science, art and parlor games. But I, despite expert advice, Keep doing things I think are nice, And though to good I never come Inseparable my nose and thumb.

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

I had been fed, in my youth, a lot of old wives' tales about the way men would instantly forsake a beautiful woman to flock around a brilliant one. It is but fair to say that, after getting out in the world, I had never seen this happen." [From a column dated November 17, 1928]

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

As I was saying to the landlord only this morning: 'You can't have everything'.

Somewhere, there, is an analogy, in a small way, if you have the patience for it. But I guess it isn't a very good anecdote. I'm better at animal stories.