There was an Old Person of Brussels, Who lived upon Brandy and Mussels; When he rushed through the town, he knocked most people down, Which distressed all the people of Brussels.

There was an old man with a beard, who said: 'It is just as I feared! Two owls and a hen, four larks and a wren have all built their nests in my beard.

It's a fact the whole world knows, That Pobbles are happier without their toes.

It takes a long time to make a painter - even with a good artist's education - but without one it tries the patience of Job; it is a great thing if one does not go backward.

They danced by the light of the moon.

I am in a very unsettled condition, as the oyster said when they poured melted butter all over his back.

There was an Old Man of Messina, Whose daughter was named Opsibeena; She wore a small wig, and rode out on a pig, To the perfect delight of Messina.

They went to sea in a sieve, they did; In a sieve they went to sea; In spite of all their friends could say.

And what can we expect if we haven't any dinner, But to lose our teeth and eyelashes and keep on growing thinner?

In the middle of the woods Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. Two old chairs and half a candle, One old jug without a handle- These were all the worldly goods.

They dined on mince, and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon.

War is a kind of superstition, the pageantry of arms and badges corrupts the imagination of men.

I end up doing selfies 'cause I am so sad.

Stay close to the young... and a little rubs off.

So what is a good meditator? The one who meditates.

Arianna Huffington is unattractive both inside and out. I fully understand why her former husband left her for a man - he made a good decision.

It is what we give up, not what we lay up, that adds to our lasting store.

I had fun coming every day and playing in front of a packed house - it was exciting.

It has been the office of art to educate the perception of beauty. We are immersed in beauty but our eyes have no clear vision.

Most folks call them green onions, but they're really scallions.

Choose your friends carefully. Your enemies will choose you.