A Fellow Who Is Always

I Hate Careless Flattery, The Kind That Exhausts You In Your Efforts To Believe It.

I've Known Countless People Who Were Reservoirs Of Learning, Yet Never Had A Thought.

Popularity Is Exhausting. The Life Of The Party Almost Always Winds Up In A Corner With An Overcoat Over Him.

He's The Only Man I Ever Knew Who Had Rubber Pockets So He Could Steal Soup.

In The Battle Of Existence, Talent Is The Punch; Tact Is The Clever Footwork.