I Hate Careless Flattery, The

Popularity Is Exhausting. The Life Of The Party Almost Always Winds Up In A Corner With An Overcoat Over Him.

I Hate Careless Flattery, The Kind That Exhausts You In Your Efforts To Believe It.

I Know Of No Sentence That Can Induce Such Immediate And Brazen Lying As The One That Begins, 'have You Read - .'

The Cuckoo Who Is On To Himself Is Halfway Out Of The Clock.

I Had Never Considered Marriage, But I Had An Open Mind, And I Was To Learn After A Brief Try At It That Most Open Minds Should Be Closed For Repairs.