Who Remembers When We Used To Rest

Nothing Dispels Enthusiasm Like A Small Admission Fee.

The Worst Waste Of Breath, Next To Playing A Saxophone, Is Advising A Son

If There's Anything A Public Servant Hates To Do It's Something For The Public.

Only One Fellow In Ten Thousand Understands The Currency Question, And We Meet Him Every Day.

Nobody Kicks On Being Interrupted If It's By Applause.