I cut my own hair. I got sick of barbers because they talk too much. And too much of their talk was about my hair coming out.

What is done is done for the love of it- or not really done at all.

If one by one we counted people out For the least sin, it wouldn't take us long To get so we had no one left to live with. For to be social is to be forgiving.

Families break up when they get hints you don't intend and miss hints that you do.

Pressed into service means pressed out of shape.

Nothing gold can stay.

I alone of English writers have consciously set myself to make music out of what I may call the sound of sense.