Pictures pass me in long review,-- Marching columns of dead events. I was tender, and, often, true; Ever a prey to coincidence. Always knew I the consequence; Always saw what the end would be. We're as Nature has made us -- hence I loved them until they loved me.

Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.

[At the reception following her remarriage to Alan Campbell:] People who haven't talked to each other in years are on speaking terms again today - including the bride and groom.

People ought to be one of two things, young or dead.

I hate writing, I love having written.

If you want to know what God thinks about money, just look at the people He gives it to.

Scratch a lover, and find a foe.