I Sit In One Of The Dives

Caesar's Double-bed Is Warm As An Unimportant Clerk Writes I Do Not Like My Work On A Pink Official Form.

Over The Tea-cups And In The Square The Tongue Has Its Desire; Still Waters Run Deep, My Dear, There's Never Smoke Without Fire.

Those Who Will Not Reason, Perish In The Act. Those Who Will Not Act, Perish For That Reason.

Words Are For Those With Promises To Keep.

The Older Lives Like Not To Be Stood In Rows Or At Right Angles.