Indoors or out, no one relaxes
In March, that month of wind and taxes,
The wind will presently disappear,
The taxes last us all the year.
OGDEN NASH, "Thar She Blows", Versus
I think that I shall never see
A billboard lovely as a tree.
Perhaps, unless the billboards fall,
I'll never see a tree at all.
OGDEN NASH, Song of the Open Road
He who has never tasted jail Lives well within the legal pale, While he who's served a heavy sentence renews the racket, not repentance.
OGDEN NASH, I'm a Stranger Here Myself
A family is a unit composed not only of children, but of men, women, an occasional animal, and the common cold.