This is my dream, It is my own dream, I dreamt it. I dreamt that my hair was kempt. Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.

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

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

If you don't want to work, you have to work to earn enough money so that you won't have to work.

Here's a good rule of thumb; too clever is dumb.

A lady is known by the product she endorses.

Remorse is violent dyspepsia of the mind.