Ogden Nash Quotes - Page 2

To love is an active verb.

When grandparents enter the door, discipline flies out the window.

So I hope husbands and wives will continue to debate and combat Over everything debatable and combatable Because I believe a little incompatibility is the spice of life Particularly if he has income and she is pattable.

There has been a lot of progress during my lifetime, but I'm afraid it's heading in the wrong direction.

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 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.

The camel has a single hump, The dromedary, two; Or else the other way around; I'm never sure. Are you?

If some confectioners were willing To let the shape announce the filling, We'd encounter fewer assorted chocs, Bitten into and returned to the box.

The trouble with a kitten is that eventually it becomes a cat.

I have an idea that the phrase weaker sex was coined by some woman to disarm some man she was preparing to overwhelm.

I would live all my life in nonchalance and insouciance, were it not for making living, which is rather a nouciance.

Oh, what a tangled web do parents weave, when they think that their children are naive.

The cow is of the bovine ilk: One end is moo, the other, milk.

Progress might have been all right once, but it's gone on too long.

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?

There was a young man of Herne Bay who was making some fireworks one day: but he dropped his cigar in the gunpowder jar. There was a young man of Herne Bay.

Senescence begins And middle-age ends The day your descendants Outnumber your friends

A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of.

If called by a panther, don't anther.

Some debts are fun while you are acquiring them, But none are fun when you set about retiring them.

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.

All that glitters is sold as gold.

All husbands are alike, but they have different faces so you can tell them apart.

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.

Winter is the king of showmen, Turning tree stumps into snowmen And houses into birthday cakes And spreading sugar over lakes. Smooth and clean and frosty white, The world looks good enough to bite. That’s the season to be young, Catching snowflakes on your tongue. Snow is snowy when it’s snowing, I’m sorry it’s slushy when it’s going.