Oh, you mean I'm a homosexual! Of course I am, and heterosexual too, but what's that got to do with my headache?

I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.

I make bean stalks, I'm A builder, like yourself.

April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief or grief has drained me clean; Still it seems a pity No one saw,—it must have been Very pretty.

The Englishman foxtrots as he fox-hunts, with all his being, through thickets, through ditches, over hedges, through chiffons, through waiters, over saxophones, to the victorious finish; and who goes home depends on how many the ambulance will accommodate.

Evil alone has oil for every wheel.