Maxioms by Dorothy Parker
Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
It's not the tragedies that kill us, it's the messes.
It's not the tragedies that kill us, it's the messes.
I know that there are things that never have been funny, and never will be. And I know that ridicule read more
I know that there are things that never have been funny, and never will be. And I know that ridicule may be a shield, but it is not a weapon.
Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.
Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.
I'm never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do read more
I'm never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do Things. I don't do any thing. Not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don't even do that any more.