Why Is It That Whenever I Hear

We Are Beginning To Wonder Whether A Servant Girl Hasn't The Best Of It After All. She Knows How The Salad Tastes Without The Dressing, And She Knows How Life's Lived Before It Gets To The Parlor Door.

I Am Not A Critic; To Me Criticism Is So Often Nothing More Than The Eye Garrulously Denouncing The Shape Of The Peephole That Gives Access To Hidden Treasure.

To Think Is To Be Sick.

Sleep Demands Of Us A Guilty Immunity.

One's Life Is Peculiar To One's Own When One Has Invented It.