As a bathtub lined with white porcelain, When the hot water gives out or goes tepid, So is the slow cooling of our chivalrous passion, O my much praised but-not-altogether-satisfactory lady.

As a bathtub lined with white porcelain, When the hot water gives out or goes tepid, So is the slow cooling of our chivalrous passion, O my much praised but-not-altogether-satisfactory lady.

Good writers are those who keep the language efficient. That is to say, keep it accurate, keep it clear.

If I could believe the Quakers banned music because church music is so damn bad, I should view them with approval.

I could I trust starve like a gentleman. It's listed as part of the poetic training, you know.

In our time, the curse is monetary illiteracy, just as inability to read plain print was the curse of earlier centuries.

The worst mistake I made was that stupid, suburban prejudice of anti-Semitism.