There always must be some kind of hitch.
Isn't nature (finish this line for yourself
and get a year's subscription to the Boston Post).

There always must be some kind of hitch.
Isn't nature (finish this line for yourself
and get a year's subscription to the Boston Post).
On being told at a Halloween party that people were ducking for apples:
"There, but for a single consonant, is the story of my life."
Name of her poodle:
"Cliche."
I require only three things of a man: he must be handsome, ruthless, and stupid.
Charles Dickens
Who call him spurious and shoddy
Shall do it o'er my lifeless body.
I heartily invite such birds
To come outside and say those words!
I like to think of my shining tombstone. It gives me, as you might say, something to live for.
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.
Ornithology For Beginners
The bird that feeds from off my palm
Is sleek, affectionate, and calm,
But double to me, is worth the thrush
A-flickering in the elder-bush.
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.
Wit has truth in it. Wise-cracking is simply callisthenics with words.
Women who live alone in small residential hotels throughout the United States have plenty of money and plenty of time: their only occupation is to spend one and kill the other.
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.
Of Margot Asquith's four-volume autobiography:
"The affair between Margo Asquith and Margo Asquith will live as one of the prettiest love stories in all literature."
On returning by boat from Spain:
"The crossing was so rough the only thing I could keep on my stomach was the First Mate."
Words of Comfort to be Scratched on a Mirror
Helen of Troy had a wandering glance;
Sappho's restriction was only the sky;
Ninon was ever the chatter of France;
But oh, what a good girl am I!
Two Volume Novel
The sun's gone dim, and
The moon's turned black;
For I loved him, and
He didn't love back.
General Review of the Sex Situation
Woman wants monogamy;
Man delights in novelty.
Love is woman's moon and sun;
Man has other forms of fun.
Woman lives but in her lord;
Count to ten, and man is bored.
With this the gist and sum of it,
What earthly good can come of it?
Lips that taste of tears are the best for kissing.
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 hearing the door bell or telephone ringing:
"What fresh hell is this?"