The oboe's a horn made of wood. I'd play you a tune if I could, But the reeds are a pain, And the fingering's insane. It's the ill wind that no one blows good. — Ogden Nash Copy Share Image
Some primal termite knocked on wood. And tasted it, and found it good. And that is why your Cousin May Fell through the parlor floor today. — Ogden Nash Copy Share Image
There is only one way to achieve happiness on this terrestrial ball, and that is to have either a clear conscience or none at… — Ogden Nash Copy Share Image
The sky is now indelible ink, The branches reft asunder; But you and I we do not shrink; We love the lovely thunder. — Ogden Nash Copy Share Image
“Love is a word that is constantly heard, Hate is a word that is not. Love, I am told, is more precious that gold.… — Ogden Nash Copy Share Image
A husband is a guy who tells you when you've got on too much lipstick and helps you with your girdle when your hips… — Ogden Nash Copy Share Image
Marriage is the alliance of two people, one of whom never remembers birthdays and the other never forgets them. — Ogden Nash Copy Share Image
“Senescence begins And middle-age ends The day your descendants Outnumber your friends” — Ogden Nash Copy Share Image
I don't mind their having a lot of money, and I don't care how they employ it, but I do think that they damn… — Ogden Nash Copy Share Image
To maintain your marriage brimming, with really like in the wedding cup, anytime you are incorrect, admit it each time you're proper, shut up. — Ogden Nash Copy Share Image
