They may talk of a comet, or a burning mountain, or some such bagatelle; but to me a modest woman, dressed out in all her finery, is the most tremendous object of the whole creation. – Oliver Goldsmith
Here is a pen and here is a pencil, heres a typewriter, heres a stencil, heres a list of todays appointments, and all the flies in all the ointments, the daily woes that a man endures — take them, George, theyre yours! – Ogden Nash
