What Do We Do Now, Now That

Imagination At Wit's End Spreads Its Sad Wings.

How Do You Manage It, She Said, At Your Age? I Told Her I'd Been Saving Up For Her All My Life.

Don’t Wait To Be Hunted To Hide, That Was Always My Motto.

What Kind Of Country Is This Where A Woman Can't Weep Her Heart Out On The Highways And Byways Without Being Tormented By Retired Bill-brokers!

Where You Have Nothing, There You Should Want Nothing.