I Do Not Believe In

The Chief Trouble With Jazz Is That There Is Not Enough Of It; Some Of It We Have To Listen To Twice.

If I Had My Life To Live Over, I'd Pick More Daisies.

Unhappiness Is Not Knowing What We Want And Killing Ourselves To Get It.

Methods Of Locomotion Have Improved Greatly In Recent Years, But Places To Go Remain About The Same.

The Mind Of Man Has No Defense To Equal Plain, Old Common Sense. This Homely Virtue Don't Despise, If You Would Be Happy As Well As Wise.