Being An Old Maid Is

The Ideal View For Daily Writing, Hour For Hour, Is The Blank Brick Wall Of A Cold-storage Warehouse. Failing This, A Stretch Of Sky Will Do, Cloudless If Possible.

There Are Only Two Kinds Of People In The World That Really Count. One Kind's Wheat And The Other Kind's Emeralds.

Now Gae Your Wa'stho'anes As Gude As Ever Happit Flesh And Blude, Yet Part We Maunthe Case Sae Hard Is, Amang The Writers And The Bardies That Lang They'll Brook The Auld I Trow, Or Neibours Cry,'weel Brook The New'.

I'm Tired Of Hearing You Men Say That This And That And The Other Isn't Woman's Work. Any Work Is Woman's Work That A Woman Can Do Well.

Celebratin' New Year's Eve Is Like Eatin' Oranges. You Got To Let Go Your Dignity T' Really Enjoy 'em.