Very Often The Quiet Fellow

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

The Hardest Thing Is To Take Less When You Can Get More.

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.

When You Consider What A Chance Women Have To Poison Their Husbands, It's A Wonder There Isn't More Of It Done

Who Remembers When We Used To Rest On Sunday Instead Of Monday?