Oh, what a tangled web do parents weave, when they think that their children are naive.

Ten years ago she split the air To seize what she could spy Tonight she bumps against a chair, Betrayed by milky eye. She seems to pant, Time up, time up! My little dog must die, And lie in dust with Hector's pup; I So, presently, must I.

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!

Here lies my past, Goodbye I have kissed it; Thank you kids, I wouldn't have missed it.

Where there is a monster, there is a miracle.

Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.

Remorse is violent dyspepsia of the mind.