Seeing ourselves as others see us would probably confirm our worst suspicions about them.

Too much truth is uncouth.

While the work or play is on, it is a lot of fun if while you are doing one you don't constantly feel that you ought to be doing the other.

In the order named, these are the hardest to control - wine, women and song.

Count the day won, when the earth, turning on its axis, imposes no additional taxes

Elections are won by men and women chiefly because most people vote against somebody rather than for somebody.

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!