I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand

Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:

Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!

been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done

You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!

Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment

When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself

We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark