A Fellow Ought To Save A Few

Nothing Is As Irritating As The Fellow Who Chats Pleasantly While He's Overcharging You.

As To Those Who Hoard Gold And Silver And Spend It Not In God's Path, Give Them, Then, The Tidings Of A Painful Agony: On A Day When These Things Shall Be Heated In Hell-fire, And Their Foreheads, And Their Sides, And Their Backs Shall Be Branded Therewith.

My Idea Of Walking Into The Jaws Of Death Is Marrying Some Woman Who Has Lost Three Husbands.

There Is No Failure Except In No Longer Trying. There Is No Defeat Except From Within, No Really Insurmountable Barrier Save Our Own Inherent Weakness Of Purpose.

Some Folks Pay A Compliment Like They Went Down In Their Pocket For It.