Style Is Less The Man Than The

Oh, Give Us Pleasure In The Flowers To-day; And Give Us Not To Think So Far Away As The Uncertain Harvest; Keep Us Here All Simply In The Springing Of The Year. Oh, Give Us Pleasure In The Orchard White, Like Nothing Else By Day, Like Ghosts By Night; And Make Us Happy In The Happy Bees, The Swarm Dilating Round The Perfect Trees.

The Difference Between A Man And His Valet: They Both Smoke The Same Cigars, But Only One Pays For Them.

If You Don't Know How Great This Country Is, I Know Someone Who Does; Russia.

Nothing Flatters Me More Than To Have It Assumed That I Could Write Prose, Unless It Be To Have It Assumed That I Once Pitched A Baseball With Distinction.

And Nothing To Look Backward To With Pride, And Nothing To Look Forward To With Hope.