“Writing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.”
Poetry“A pessimist is a person who has had to listen to too many optimists.”
Funny“Writing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.”
Poetry“There is nothing so habit-forming as money.”
Money“One of the most important things to remember about infant care is: don't change diapers in midstream.”
Change“Age is not a particularly interesting subject. Anyone can get old. All you have to do is live long enough.”
Age“Of middle age the best that can be said is that a middle-aged person has likely learned how to have a little fun in spite of his troubles.”
Age“Every cloud has its silver lining but it is sometimes a little difficult to get it to the mint.”
Funny“An optimist is a guy that has never had much experience.”
Experience“I have often noticed that ancestors never boast of the descendants who boast of ancestors. I would rather start a family than finish one. Blood will tell, but often it tells too much.”
Family“A pessimist is a person who has had to listen to too many optimists.”
Funny“Happiness is the interval between periods of unhappiness.”
Happiness“Fate often puts all the material for happiness and prosperity into a man's hands just to see how miserable he can make himself with them.”
Happiness“When a man tells you that he got rich through hard work, ask him: 'Whose?'”
Work“Middle age is the time when a man is always thinking that in a week or two he will feel as good as ever.”
Age“We pay for the mistakes of our ancestors, and it seems only fair that they should leave us the money to pay with.”
Money“Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.”
Poetry“Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.”
Art“Punctuality is one of the cardinal business virtues: always insist on it in your subordinates.”
Business“I would rather start a family than finish one.”
Family“Poetry is what Milton saw when he went blind.”
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