He Had No Plans, No Definite Intentions,

The Mind Of A Little Child Is Fascinating, For It Looks On Old Things With New Eyes-but At About Twelve This Changes. The Adolescent Offers Nothing, Can Do Nothing, Say Nothing That The Adult Cannot Do Better.

When I See A Beautiful Shell Like That I Can't Help Feeling A Regret About What's Inside It.

But I Always Felt That I'd Rather Be Provincial Hot-tamale Than Soup Without Seasoning.

Here's To Alcohol, The Rose Colored Glasses Of Life.

Dishonesty In A Woman Is A Thing You Never Blame Deeply.