Ogden Nash (August 19, 1902 – May 19, 1971 / New York / United States)
Quotations
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''I think remorse ought to stop biting the consciences that feed it.''
Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. "A Clean Conscience Never Relaxes," I'm a Stranger Here Myself (1938). -
''One man's remorse is another man's reminiscence.''
Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. A Clean Conscience Never Relaxes, I'm a Stranger Here Myself (1938). -
''Remorse is a violent dyspepsia of the mind.''
Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. "A Clean Conscience Never Relaxes," I'm a Stranger Here Myself (1938). -
''A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of.''
Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. A Dog's Best Friend Is his Illiteracy, The Private Dining Room (1953). -
''The giant was hairy, the giant was horrid,
Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. Adventures of Isabel (l. 23-24). . . Oxford Book of American Light Verse, The. William Harmon, ed. (1979) Oxford University Press.
He had one eye in the middle of his forehead.'' -
''Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry,
Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. Adventures of Isabel (l. 7-10). . . Oxford Book of American Light Verse, The. William Harmon, ed. (1979) Oxford University Press.
Isabel didn't scream or scurry.
She washed her hands and she straightened her hair up,
Then Isabel quietly ate the bear up.'' -
''The witch's face was cross and wrinkled,
Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. Adventures of Isabel (l. 13-14). . . Oxford Book of American Light Verse, The. William Harmon, ed. (1979) Oxford University Press.
The witch's gums with teeth were sprinkled.'' -
''How easy for those who do not bulge
Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. A Necessary Dirge, I'm a Stranger Here Myself (1938).
To not overindulge!'' -
''The further through life I drift
Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. "A Penny Saved Is Impossible," Good Intentions (1942).
The more obvious it becomes that I am lacking in thrift.'' -
''Oh, what a tangled web do parents weave/When they think that their children are naive.''
Ogden Nash (1902-1971), U.S. poet. Baby, What Makes the Sky Blue?
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