When I remember bygone days I think how evening follows morn So many I loved were not yet dead, So many I love were not yet born.

Stuyvesant chats with Kelly and Katz, The professor warms to the broker, And life is good in the brotherhood Of an air-conditioned smoker.

My garden will never make me famous, I'm a horticultural ignoramus.

Any kiddie in school can love like a fool, But Hating, my boy, is an Art.

Wind is caused by the trees waving their branches.

Progress might have been all right once, but it's gone on too long.

The only incurable troubles of the rich are the troubles that money can't cure, Which is a kind of trouble that is even more troublesome if you are poor.