Home Again, I Can Groan, Scratch, And

My Mother's Mild-eyed Sadness Looks At Me From The Eyes Of Those I Love.

There Is A Line Between A Definite Maybe And An Indefinite Yes.

Your Vanity And My Vanity Will Never Be Friends.

The Rich Are Happier Than We Are, And Should Be.

Some Loves Are Like A Vice That Has Ceased To Give Pleasure.