This Englishwoman is so refined, She has no bosom and no behind.

My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.

A man may forgive many wrongs, but he cannot easily forgive anyone who makes it plain that his conversation is tedious.

I may be smelly and I may be old, Rough in my pebbles, reedy in my pools, But where my fish float by I bless their swimming, And I like the people to bathe in me especially women.

Youth is an arithmetical statement of passing interest, each hour eats it up.

You must have some money if you are going to live simply. It need not be much, but you must have some.

Nothing is more wistful than the scent of lilac, nor more robust than its woody stalk, for we must remember that it is a tree as well as a flower, we must try not to forget this.