Sleep is perverse as human nature, Sleep is perverse as legislature.... So people who go to bed to sleep Must count French premiers or sheep, And people who ought to arise from bed Yawn and go back to sleep instead.

Here is a pen and here is a pencil, here's a typewriter, here's a stencil, here's a list of today's appointments, and all the flies in all the ointments, the daily woes that a man endures -- take them, George, they're yours!

Remorse is violent dyspepsia of the mind.

One would be in less danger From the wiles of the stranger If one's own kin and kith Were more fun to be with.

When grandparents enter the door, discipline flies out the window.

Sleep is perverse as human nature, Sleep is perverse as a legislature, Sleep is as forward as hives or goiters, And where it is least desired, it loiters.

A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of.