He's A Trellis For Varicose Veins.

I Hate Careless Flattery, The Kind That Exhausts You In Your Efforts To Believe It.

Popularity Is Exhausting. The Life Of The Party Almost Always Winds Up In A Corner With An Overcoat Over Him.

What Feeling Is So Nice As A Child's Hand In Yours? So Small, So Soft And Warm, Like A Kitten Huddling In The Shelter Of Your Clasp.

He's A Trellis For Varicose Veins.

It's Getting So People No Longer Count The Silverware When I Come To Dinner.