Humor is the best means of surviving in a difficult world.
I'm like a backward berry, Unripened on the vine, For all my friends are fifty, And I'm only forty-nine.
But children, hark! Your mother would rather, When you arrived, have been your father.
My garden will never make me famous, I'm a horticultural ignoramus.
I claim there ain't Another Saint As great as Valentine.
The only incurable troubles of the rich are the troubles that money can't cure, Which is a kind of trouble that is even more troublesome if you are poor.