(Cartoon caption:) I never really rallied after the birth of my first child.

I think that maybe if women and children were in charge we would get somewhere.

Man is flying too fast for a world that is round. Soon he will catch up with himself in a great rear end collision.

Authors of light pieces have, nobody knows why, a genius for getting into minor difficulties: they walk into the wrong apartments, they drink furniture polish for stomach bitters, they drive their cars into the prize tulip beds of haughty neighbors, they playfully slap gangsters, mistaking them for old school friends.

Youcanfooltoomanyofthepeopletoomuchofthetime. See Lincoln 510:35.

The trouble with the lost generation is that it didn't get lost enough.

The pounding of the cylinders increased: ta-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa.