I Think She Must Have

Find Yourself A Cup; The Teapot Is Behind You. Now Tell Me About Hundreds Of Things.

The Young Have Aspirations That Never Come To Pass, The Old Have Reminiscences Of What Never Happened.

It Occurred To Me That I Would Like To Be A Poet. The Chief Qualification, I Understand Is That You Must Be Born. Well, I Hunted Up My Birth Certificate, And Found That I Was All Right On That Score.

Children With Hyacinth's Temperament Don't Know Better As They Grow Older; They Merely Know More.

And The Vagueness Of His Alarm Added To Its Terrors; When Once You Have Taken The Impossible Into Your Calculations Its Possibilities Become Practically Limitless.