Bees Are Not As Busy As We

Peace Has Its Victories No Less Than War, But It Doesn't Have As Many Monuments To Unveil.

Everything Comes To Him Who Waits, Except A Loaned Book.

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.

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

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