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.

There once was an umpire whose vision Was cause for abuse and derision He remarked in surprise, 'Why pick on my eyes? It's my heart that dictates my decision.'

There has been a lot of progress during my lifetime, but I'm afraid it's heading in the wrong direction.

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.

I test my bath before I sit, And I'm always moved to wonderment That what chills the finger not a bit Is so frigid upon the fundament.

Humor is hope's companion in arms. It is not brash, it is not cheap, it is not heartless. Among other things I think humor is a shield, a weapon, a survival kit.

A dressing is not a compote A dressing is not a custard It consists of pepper and salt, Vinegar, oil and mustard.