Travel, trouble, music, art
A kiss, a frock, a rhyme -
I never said they feed my heart
But still they pass the time.

Travel, trouble, music, art
A kiss, a frock, a rhyme -
I never said they feed my heart
But still they pass the time.
Resume
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
As far as I'm concerned, the most beautiful word in the English language is "cellar-door".
Of trying to talk to someone who kept interrupting:
"Like riding on the Long Island railroad - it gets you nowhere in particular."
On hearing the door bell or telephone ringing:
"What fresh hell is this?"
Wit has truth in it. Wise-cracking is simply callisthenics with words.
Never trust a round garter or a Wall Street man.
Colliding with Clare Booth Luce in a doorway:
CBL: "Age before beauty."
DP (stepping aside): "Pearls before swine."
Telegram to an actress who finally had her baby after many carefully contrived appearances during her long pregnancy:
"GOOD WORK. WE ALL KNEW YOU HAD IT IN YOU."
Her locks had been so frequently and so drastically brightened and curled that to caress them, one felt, would be rather like running one's fingers through julienne potatoes.
On finding herself a guest at a private house:
"I knew it would be terrible. Only I didn't think it would be as bad as this. This isn't just plain terrible; this is fancy."
I hate Women. They get on my Nerves.
Coda
There's little in taking or giving
There's little in water or wine;
This living, this living, this living
Was never a project of mine.
People ought to be one of two things, young or old. No - what's the use of fooling? People ought to be one of two things, young or dead.
Social Note
Lady, lady, should you meet
One whose ways are all discreet,
One who murmurs that his wife
Is the lodestar of his life,
One who keeps assuring you
That he never was untrue,
Never loved another one...
Lady, lady, better run.
On being told that someone wouldn't hurt a fly:
"Not if it was buttoned up."
Thought For a Sunshiny Morning
It costs me never a stab or squirm
To tread by chance upon a worm.
"Aha, my little dear," I say,
"Your clan will pay me back one day."
I like to think of my shining tombstone. It gives me, as you might say, something to live for.
As far as I'm concerned, the most beautiful word in the English language is "cellar-door".