Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
I wish I could drink like a lady I can take one or two at the most Three and I'm under the table Four and I'm under the host
My land is bare of chattering folk the clouds are low along the ridges, and sweet's the air with curly smoke from all my burning bridges.
Guns aren't lawful nooses give gas smells awful. So you might as well live.
Ducking for apples - change one letter and it's the story of my life.
We're glad to have been taken seriously. What we're looking for is that if we walk into a Pick 'n Save anywhere, we can expect to find a quality store.
Now I know the things I know, and I do the things I do and if you do not like me so, to hell, my love, with you
I never see that prettiest thing - A cherry bough gone white with Spring - But what I think, 'How gay 'twould be To hang me from a flowering tree.'
They sicken at the calm that know the storm.
I want people to learn something they didn't know, ... We hope people have fun and learn about our culture.
Woman wants monogamy Man delights in novelty. Love is woman's moon and sun Man has other forms of fun. . . With this the gist and sum of it, What earthly good can come of it
The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue.
When your bank account is so overdrawn that it is positively photographic, steps must be taken.
If all the young ladies who attended the Yale promenade dance were laid end to end, no one would be the least surprised.
Accursed from birth they be Who seek to find monogamy Pursuing it from bed to bed I think they would be better dead
Prince, a precept I'd leave for you, Coined in Eden, existing yet Skirt the parlor, and shun the zoo, Women and elephants never forget
You can't do four movies and be good to everybody and be flying all night and shooting all day with a different wig and then be going to sing on Broadway without feeling a little tired. You endlessly feel you're letting somebody down.
Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone.
I suppose that now if I ever wrote a play about myself I'd be sued for plagiarism
Salary is no object I want only enough to keep body and soul apart.
This book is not to be tossed lightly aside, but to be hurled with great force.
The moon's turned black For I love him, and He didn't love back
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories