Maxioms by Dorothy Parker
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.
It's not the tragedies that kill us, it's the messes.
It's not the tragedies that kill us, it's the messes.
Scratch a lover, and find a foe.
Scratch a lover, and find a foe.
I require only three things of a man. He must be handsome, ruthless and stupid.
I require only three things of a man. He must be handsome, ruthless and stupid.
He and I had an office so tiny that an inch smaller and it would have been adultery.
He and I had an office so tiny that an inch smaller and it would have been adultery.
