The Only Bird That Gives The Poor

Failure Has Gone To His Head.

I Can Usually Judge A Fellow By What He Laughs At.

Those Who Welcome Death Have Only Tried It From The Ears Up.

What Feeling Is So Nice As A Child's Hand In Yours? So Small, So Soft And Warm, Like A Kitten Huddling In The Shelter Of Your Clasp.

Easy Street Is A Blind Alley.