Honesty means nothing until you are tested under circumstances where you are sure you could get away with dishonesty.

Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.

Brevity is the soul of lingerie.

This is me apologizing. I am a fool, a bird-brain, a liar and a horse-thief. I wouldn't touch a superlative again with an umbrella.

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song

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.

The sweeter the apple, the blacker the core. Scratch a lover and find a foe!