I'd Cut Up My Heart For You

Sir,"she Said,"you Are No Gentleman!" An Apt Observation,"he Answered Airily."and, You, Miss, Are No Lady.

Crackers Are Short On Sparkle.

Babies, Babies, Babies. Why Did God Make So Many Babies? But No, God Didn't Make Them. Stupid People Made Them.

Perhaps - I Want The Old Days Back Again And They'll Never Come Back, And I Am Haunted By The Memory Of Them And Of The World Falling About My Ears.

You Can Go To The Devil And Not At Your Leisure. You Can Go Now, For All I Care.' 'my Pet, I've Been To The Devil And He's A Very Dull Fellow. I Won't Go There Again, Not Even For You.