Relationships and Family

Children’s talent to endure stems from their ignorance of alternatives.

On bisexuality: It immediately doubles your chances for a date on Saturday night.

A fast word about oral contraception. I asked a girl to go to bed with me and she said ‘no’.

There is no school equal to a decent home and no teacher equal to a virtuous parent.

The moment there is suspicion about a person’s motives, everything he does becomes tainted.

Love never claims, it ever gives. Love ever suffers, never resents, never revenges itself.

If we are to teach real peace in this world, and if we are to carry on a real war against war, we shall have to begin with the children.

Bobby Shaftoe’s gone to sea, Silver buckles on his knee; He’ll come back and marry me, Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.

Ten little Indians standing in a line— One went home, and then there were nine.

Little Polly Flinders Sat among the cinders, Warming her pretty little toes. Her mother came and caught her, And whipped her little daughter For spoiling her nice new clothes.

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, She had so many children she didn’t know what to do; She gave them some broth without any bread, She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.

Bye baby bunting, Daddy’s gone a-hunting. Gone to get a rabbit skin To wrap the baby bunting in.

Little Tom Tucker Sings for his supper; What shall he eat? White bread and butter. How will he cut it Without e’er a knife? How will he be married Without e’er a wife?

Little boy blue, come blow your horn, The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the corn; But where is the boy who looks after the sheep? He’s under the haystack fast asleep. Will you wake him? No, not I, For if I do, he’ll be sure to cry.

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man, Bake me a cake as fast as you can; Pat it and prick it, and mark it with B, Put it in the oven for baby and me.

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man, Bake me a cake as fast as you can; Pat it and prick it, and mark it with B, Put it in the oven for baby and me.

You got a lot of nerve To say you are my friend When I was down You just stood there grinning.

When she introduces me to her parents back straightened, hair finally combed, strangled by a tie, should I sit knees together on their 3rd degree sofa and not ask Where’s the bathroom?

Your mind now, moldering like wedding-cake, heavy with useless experience, rich with suspicion, rumor, fantasy, crumbling to pieces under the knife-edge of mere fact.

Leaving the page of the book carelessly open, something unsaid, the phone off the hook and the love, whatever it was, an infection.

Leaving the page of the book carelessly open, something unsaid, the phone off the hook and the love, whatever it was, an infection.

A woman is her mother. That’s the main thing.

oh god it’s wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much

O mother what have I left out O mother what have I forgotten