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More Quotes by Ogden Nash
Time is so old and love so brief, love is pure gold and time a thief. We're late, darling, we're late, The curtain descends, everything ends, too soon, too soon.
How confusing the beams from memory's lamp are; One day a bachelor, the next a grampa. What is the secret of the trick? How did I get so old so quick?
God in His wisdom made the fly And then forgot to tell us why.
Senescence begins And middle-age ends The day your descendants Outnumber your friends
The camel has a single hump, The dromedary, two; Or else the other way around; I'm never sure. Are you?
The cow is of the bovine ilk: One end is moo, the other, milk.
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.
Tonight's December thirty-first, something is about to burst. The clock is crouching, dark and small, like a time bomb in the hall. Hark, it's midnight, children dear. Duck! Here comes another year!
I would live all my life in nonchalance and insouciance, were it not for making living, which is rather a nouciance.
I believe that people believe what they believe they believe.