Maxioms by Dorothy Parker
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never read more
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Rumania
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.
Brevity is the soul of lingerie.
Brevity is the soul of lingerie.
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.
It's not the tragedies that kill us, it's the messes.
It's not the tragedies that kill us, it's the messes.