Now, Girls, If You Want To Observe

Whenever My Patient Begins To Count The Carriages In Her Funeral Procession I Subtract 50 Per Cent From The Curative Power Of Medicines.

To A Woman Nothing Seems Quite Impossible To The Powers Of The Man She Worships.

If There Ever Was An Aviary Overstocked With Jays It Is That Yaptown-on-the-hudson, Call New York. Cosmopolitan They Call It, You Bet. So's A Piece Of Fly-paper. You Listen Close When They're Buzzing And Trying To Pull Their Feet Out Of The Sticky Stuff. "little Old New York's Good Enough For Us"--that's What They Sing.

It Ain't The Roads We Take; It's What's Inside Of Us That Makes Us Turn Out The Way We Do.

He Studied Cities As Women Study Their Reflections.