Calling it off comes easy enough if you haven't told the girl you are smitten with her.

Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.

When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on.

We read Robert Browning's poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough.

I had been keeping an off eye on the advertising field, thinking I might become an idea man and a copywriter.

I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of her age with ambiguity until, perhaps, she passes into the realm of over ninety. Then it is better she be candid with herself and with the world.