Occupation: Poet Birth: August 19, 1902 Death: March 19, 1971
And one of his partners asked Has he vertigo? and the other glanced out and down and said Oh no, only about ten feet more..
Indoors or out, no one relaxes In March, that month of wind and taxes, The wind will presently disappear, The taxes last us all the year..
My garden will never make me famous, I'm a horticultural ignoramus..
Every new year is the direct descendant, isn't it, of a long line of proven criminals?.
Don't Cry Darling, It's Blood All Right.
Any kiddie in school can love like a fool, But Hating, my boy, is an Art..
But all ladies think they weigh too much..
I believe that people believe what they believe they believe..
Here lies my past, Goodbye I have kissed it; Thank you kids, I wouldn't have missed it..
To maintain your marriage brimming, with really like in the wedding cup, anytime you are incorrect, admit it each time you're proper, shut up..
Humor is hope's companion in arms. It is not brash, it is not cheap, it is not heartless. Among other things I think humor is a shield, a weapon, a s….
Here's a toast to the roast that good fellowship lends, with the sparkle of beer and wine; May its sentiment always be deeper, my friends, than the f….
Where there is a monster, there is a miracle..
Don't over-analyze your marriage; it's like yanking up a fragile indoor plant every 20 minutes to see how its roots are growing..
Beneath this slab John Brown is stowed. He watched the ads, And not the road..
The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we….
I myself am more and more inclined to agree with Omar and Satchel Paige as I grow older: Don't try to rewrite what the moving finger has writ, and do….
Too much Chablis can make you whablis..
When a lady's erotic life is vexed God knows what God is coming next..
Ten years ago she split the air To seize what she could spy Tonight she bumps against a chair, Betrayed by milky eye. She seems to pant, Time up, tim….
A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of..