I would blossom if I were a rose.

We are all ruled in what we do by impulses; and these impulses are so organized that our actions in general serve for our self preservation and that of the race.

Guess I'll weep awhile. Guess I won't, I mean.

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.

Father, I beg of Thee a little task To dignify my days, 'tis all I ask.

Life isn't all beer and skittles; few of us have touched a skittle in years.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past. Blown from the dark hill hither to my door Three flakes, then four Arrive, then many more.