I sit alone at present, dreaming darkly of a Dun.

I can not sing the old songs now! It is not that I deem them low, 'Tis that I can't remember how They go.

Life is with such all beer and skittles. They are not difficult to please About their victuals.

Go mad, and beat their wives; Plunge (after shocking lives) Razors and carving knives Into their gizzards.

The heart which grief hath cankered, Hath one unfailing remedy - the Tankard.

I've read in many a novel, that unless they've souls that grovel-- Folks prefer in fact a hovel to your dreary marble halls.

The farmer's daughter hath soft brown hair And I met with a ballad, I can't say where, That wholly consisted of lines like these.

Should ever anything be missed - milk, coals, umbrellas, brandy - the cat's pitched into with a boot or anything that's handy.

The auld wife sat at her ivied door, (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese) A thing she had frequently done before; And her spectacles lay on her apron'd knees.

But ah! disasters have their use; And life might e'en be too sunshiny.

But what is coffee, but a noxious berry, Born to keep used-up Londoners awake?

It's different now, like pushing the stop lever on my camera until nothing except the war can squeeze through the lens.

The longer you live in New Orleans, the more unfit you become to live anywhere else.

The first car I bought was the most beautiful car I've ever seen. It was secondhand, but I parked it outside of my hotel the day I got it. I sat up all night, just lookin' at it.

A new friend is always a miracle, but at thirty-three years old, such a bird of paradise rising in the sage-brush was an avatar. One friend in a lifetime is much; two are many; three are hardly

Actually, I can write anywhere - airport lounges, in bed, on a rattling train going north.

Part of my job is to make the tough calls.

The positive force of love can create anything good, increase good things and change anything negative in your life.

I think teen-age love is a great thing. There's nothing quite like it and never will be for the rest of your life.

Public education rests precariously on the skill and virtue of the people at the bottom of the institutional pyramid.

A saint is to put forth his faith in prayer, and afterwards follow his prayer with faith.