The piano may do for love-sick girls who lace themselves to skeletons, and lunch on chalk, pickles and slate pencils, but give me the banjo.
How slow and still the time did drag along.
Nothing so needs reforming as other people's habits.
Life is but a dream, a grotesque and foolish dream.
The exquisitely bad is as satisfying to the soul as the exquisitely good. Only the mediocre is unendurable.
Faith is believing things you know aint true