Then blessings on thee, my afternoon torpor Thou makest a prince of a mental porpor.

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

Miranda in Miranda's sight is old, gray and dirty; Twenty-nine she was last night; This morning she is thirty.

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.

A bit of talcum Is always walcum.

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.

Never befriend the oppressed unless you are prepared to take on the oppressor.