I Longed To Be A Writer, Always

He Had Mourned Each Of Those Great Trains As, One By One, They Were Pulled Off The Lines And Left To Rust In Some Yard, Like Old Aristocrats, Fading Away; Antique Relics Of Times Gone By.

I Believe Poor People Are Good People, Except The Ones That Are Mean . . .

The Ones That Hurt The Most Always Say The Least.

I Wonder How Many People Don't Get The One They Want, But End Up With The One They're Supposed To Be With.

I Brought A Picture With Me That I Had At Home, Of A Girl In A Swing With A Castle And Pretty Blue Bubbles In The Background, To Hang In My Room, But That Nurse Here Said The Girl Was Naked From The Waist Up And Not Appropriate. You Know, I've Had That Picture For Fifty Years And I Never Knew She Was Naked. If You Ask Me, I Don't Think The Old Men They've Got Here Can See Well Enough To Notice That She's Bare-breasted. But, This Is A Methodist Home, So She's In The Closet With My Gallstones.