Bells Are Musics Laughter.

My Books Kept Me From The Ring, The Dog-pit, The Tavern, And The Saloon.

My Brain Is Dull, My Sight Is Foul, I Cannot Write A Verse, Or Read-- Then, Pallas, Take Away Thine Owl, And Let Us Have A Lark Instead.

The Biggest Bore Of All Is He Who Is Overflowing With Congratulations

To Attempt To Advise Conceited People Is Like Whistling Against The Wind.

No Shade, No Shine, No Butterflies, No Bees, No Fruits, No Flowers, No Leaves, No Birds - November!