It Ain't A Bad Plan To Keep

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.

The Worst Feature Of A New Baby Is Its Mother's Singing.

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

It Is No Disgrace To Be Poor, But It Might As Well Be.

A Bad Cold Wouldn't Be So Annoying If It Weren't For The Advice Of Our Friends.