Vanity Is A Strange Passion;

Experience Is A School Where A Man Learns What A Big Fool He Has Been.

Early Genius, Like Early Cabbage, Does Not Head Well.

It Is Not All Bad, This Getting Old, Ripening. After The Fruit Has Got Its Growth It Should Juice Up And Mellow. God Forbid I Should Live Long Enough To Ferment And Rot And Fall To The Ground In A Squash.

Genius Ain't Anything More Than Elegant Common Sense.

I Am A Poor Man, But I Have This Consolation: I Am Poor By Accident, Not By Design.