. . . he recommended to all those who might be impressed with a sense of their importance to bury a copy or copies of each work properly...

You will, won't you, save me the dance?

Not that I've the slightest plan to roam!

. . . new babies can, see, “do” telepathy. You learn it swimming in the amniotic sea.

These few words say all we really need to know.

But what mysteries language conceals!

Men who are not wise are mad.

Such were the ragtag rewards of fame!

Our allergies prevent us reading all the latest signs

A cat's smarter than the worn-out phone That sits in Māyā's sock drawer at home . . .

When nature's laugh is done,—

There’s nothing like obscurity to help a poem fly!

You better go before we have a fight. (I think that I might kill myself tonight!)

Ideal punctuation marks for stuff that stuns the eyes!

Enough's a doorpost for a wife.