The rich man has his motorcar, His country and his town estate, He smokes a fifty-cent cigar And jeers at Fate. He frivols through the livelong day, He knows not Poverty, her pinch. His lot seems light, his heart seems gay; He has a cinch. Yet though my lamp burns low and dim, Though I must slave for livelihood- Think you that I would change with him? You bet I would!
Franklin P. AdamsYou can learn many things from children. How much patience you have, for instance.
Franklin P. AdamsThere is no accounting for tastes, as the woman said when someone told her her son was wanted by the police.
Franklin P. AdamsThere are plenty of good five-cent cigars in the country. The trouble is they cost a quarter. What this country needs is a good five-cent nickel.
Franklin P. AdamsEvery time we tell anybody to cheer up, things might be worse, we run away for fear we might be asked to specify how.
Franklin P. Adams