Aunts Are Discreet, A Little Shy /

This Is The Gist Of What I Know: Give Advice And Buy A Foe.

Ah, Snug Lie Those That Slumber Beneath Conviction's Roof. Their Floors Are Sturdy Lumber, Their Windows Weatherproof. But I Sleep Cold Forever And Cold Sleep All My Kind, For I Was Born To Shiver In The Draft From An Open Mind.

Children From Ten To Twenty Don't Want To Be Understood. Their Whole Ambition Is To Feel Strange And Alien And Misinterpreted So That They Can Live Austerely In Some Stone Tower Of Adolescence, Their Privacies Unviolated.

Sometimes I Have A Notion That What Might Improve The Situation Is To Have Women Take Over The Occupations Of Government And Trade And To Give Men Their Freedom.

Relations Are Errors That Nature Makes. / Your Spouse You Can Put On The Shelf. / But Your Friends, Dear Friends, Are The Quaint Mistakes / You Always Commit Yourself.