Please to put a nickel, please to put a dime. How petitions trickle in at Christmas time!

Gossip isn't scandal and it's not merely malicious. It's chatter about the human race by lovers of the same.

Oh, princes thrive on caviar, the poor on whey and curds, / And politicians, I infer, must eat their windy words. / It's crusts that feed the virtuous, it's cake that comforts sinners, / But writers live on bread and praise at Literary Dinners.

Sons do not need you. They are always out of your reach, Walking strange waters.

Ladies with curly hair / Have time to spare.

For the hearts of nurses are solid gold, / But their heels are flat and their hands are cold, / And their voices lilt with a lilt that's falser / Than the smile of an exhibition waltzer. / Yes, nurses can cure you, nurses restore you, / But nurses are bound that they do things for you.

What in me is pure conviction is simple prejudice in you.