Poetry Is A Dance Music Measuring Buck-and-wing

Poetry Is A Mock Of A Cry At Finding A Million Dollars And A Mock Of A Laugh At Losing It.

A Liar Goes In Fine Clothes, A Liar Goes In Rags, A Liar Is A Liar, Clothes Or No Clothes.

By Night The Skyscraper Looms In The Smoke And The Stars And Has A Soul.

Time Is The Coin Of Your Life. It Is The Only Coin You Have, And Only You Can Determine How It Will Be Spent. Be Careful Lest You Let Other People Spend It For You.

Never Will A Time Come When The Most Marvelous Recent Invention Is As Marvelous As A Newborn Child.