How confusing the beams from memory's lamp are; One day a bachelor, the next a grampa. What is the secret of the trick? How did I get so old so quick?
Smallpox is natural; vaccine ain't.
No matter how deep and dark your pit, how dank your shroud, their heads are heroically unbloody and unbowed.
Indeed, everybody wants to be a wow, But not everybody knows exactly how.
Then blessings on thee, my afternoon torpor Thou makest a prince of a mental porpor.
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!