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.

I hope my tongue in prune juice smothers, If I belittle dogs and mothers.

People expect old men to die, They do not really mourn old men. Old men are different. People look At them with eyes that wonder when ... People watch with unshocked eyes; But the old men know when an old man dies.

A bit of talcum Is always walcum.

I do not like to get the news, because there has never been an era when so many things were going so right for so many of the wrong persons.

I have an idea that the phrase weaker sex was coined by some woman to disarm some man she was preparing to overwhelm.

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