I know nothing, except what everyone knows - if there when Grace dances, I should dance.

I know nothing, except what everyone knows – if there when Graces dances, I should dance.

The desires of the heart are as crooked as corkscrews
Not to be born is the best for man
The second best is a formal order
The dance's pattern, dance while you can.
Dance, dance, for the figure is easy
The tune is catching and will not stop
Dance till the stars come down from the rafters
Dance, dance, dance till you drop.

I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-Second Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire Of a low dishonest decade: Waves of anger and fear Circulate over the bright And darkened lands of the earth, Obsessing our private lives; The unmentiona

Murder is commoner among cooks than among members of any other profession

O for doors to be open and an invite with gilded edges / To dine with Lord Lobcock and Count Asthma.