Maxioms by Dorothy Parker
His voice was intimate as the rustle of sheets.
His voice was intimate as the rustle of sheets.
Her mind lives tidily, apart From cold and noise and pain, And bolts the door against her heart, Out wailing read more
Her mind lives tidily, apart From cold and noise and pain, And bolts the door against her heart, Out wailing in the rain.
Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up read more
Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.
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.
Sorrow is tranquillity remembered in emotion.
Sorrow is tranquillity remembered in emotion.
