They're Funny Things, Accidents. You Never Have

A Pipe In The Mouth Makes It Clear That There Has Been No Mistake-you Are Undoubtedly A Man.

In The Quiet Hours When We Are Alone And There Is Nobody To Tell Us What Fine Fellows We Are, We Come Sometimes Upon A Moment In Which We Wonder, Not How Much Money We Are Earning, Nor How Famous We Have Become, But What Good We Are Doing.

Chess Has This In Common With Making Poetry; That The Desire For It Comes Upon The Amateur In Gusts.

It Is Hard To Be Brave, When You're Only A Very Small Animal.

Promise You Won't Forget Me, Ever. Not Even When I'm A Hundred.