When a lady's erotic life is vexed God knows what God is coming next.

I'm like a backward berry, Unripened on the vine, For all my friends are fifty, And I'm only forty-nine.

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.

Some debts are fun while you are acquiring them, But none are fun when you set about retiring them.

All that glitters is sold as gold.

Life is not having been told that the man has just waxed the floor.

Linguistics becomes an ever eerier area, like I feel like I'm in Oz, Just trying to tell it like it was.