I Would Talk In Iambic Pentameter If

We Think About Sex Obsessively Except During The Act, When Our Minds Tend To Wander.

When In Still Air And Still In Summertime A Leaf Has Had Enough Of This, It Seems To Make Up Its Mind To Go; Fine As A Sage Its Drifting In Detachment Down The Road.

Nothing In The Universe Can Travel At The Speed Of Light, They Say, Forgetful Of The Shadow's Speed.

Writing Is Like The Relationship With Your Bowels. First You Can, Then You Can't. Finally, You Must. Only Then Should You Reach For The Paper.

The Secrets Of Success Are A Good Wife And A Steady Job. My Wife Told Me.