Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky
Humor is a hole that lets the sawdust out of a stuffed shirt.
Is it any wonder why Princes & Kings, Are clowns that caper in their sawdust rings, When ordinary people who are like you and me, Are the builders of their destiny. . .
The fuel of the future is going to come from fruit like that sumach out by the road, or from apples, weeds, sawdust - almost anything.
I've had my best times when trailing a Mainbocher evening gown across a sawdust floor. I've always loved high style in low company.
The cucumber is bitter? Then throw it out. There are brambles in the path? Then go around them. That's all you need to know. Nothing more. Don't demand to know "why such things exist. " Anyone who understands the world will laugh at you, just as a carpenter would if you seemed shocked at finding sawdust in his workshop, or a shoemaker at scraps of leather left over from work.
[History is] that terrible mill in which sawdust rejoins sawdust.
It had grown darker as they talked, and the wind was sawing and the sawdust was whirling outside paler windows. The underlying churchyard was already settling into deep dim shade, and the shade was creeping up to the housetops among which they sat. "As if," said Eugene, "as if the churchyard ghosts were rising. "
You're one third bad intentions,one third pure avarice,and one eighth sawdust. What's left,I'll credit,must be brains.
All the king's horses and all the king's men can't put the past together again. So let's remember: Don't try to saw sawdust.
Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?'Let us go and make our visit.
Have you ever tried to split sawdust?
Hey, I can cook. " "How do you know? You haven't eaten anything since before the Norman Conquest. " "I've never had any complaints. " "Given the infants you date, I'm not surprised. You could serve them sawdust and they'd eat it with a smile, dazzled by the swing of your broadsword. " "What do you know about the swing of my broadsword?" "More than I care to. Women talk. " Which shut him up, as he started wondering who'd said what.
All men are just accumulations dolls stuffed with sawdust swept up from the trash heaps where all previous dolls had been thrown away.
If you can eat sawdust without butter, you can be a success in the law.
I've always loved high style in low company.
It was like sawdust, the unhappiness: it infiltrated everything, everything was a problem, everything made her cry - school, homework, boyfriends, the future, the lack of future, the uncertainty of future, fear of future, fear in general - but it was so hard to say exactly what the problem was in the first place.
