There Is No Song To Your Singing.

Why Does A Hearse Horse Snicker, Hauling A Lawyer Away?

A Liar Goes In Fine Clothes, A Liar Goes In Rags, A Liar Is A Liar, Clothes Or No Clothes.

I Have Always Felt That A Woman Has The Right To Treat The Subject Of Her Age With Ambiguity Until, Perhaps, She Passes Into The Realm Of Over Ninety. Then It Is Better She Be Candid With Herself And With The World.

Poetry Is A Diary Kept By A Sea Creature Who Lives On Land And Wishes He Could Fly.

We Had Two Grand Antique Professors Who Had Been Teaching At Lombard Since Before I Was Born.