In Spite Of All Our Speeding It's

A Grouch Escapes So Many Little Annoyances That It Almost Pays To Be One.

It's The Good Loser Who Finally Loses Out.

It's What A Fellow Thinks He Knows That Hurts Him.

Classical Music Is The Kind We Keep Thinking Will Turn Into A Tune.

Of All The Unbearable Nuisances, The Ignoramus That Has Traveled Is The Worst.