It is pretty hard to tell what does bring happiness; poverty and wealth have both failed.

In spite of all our speeding it's still the style to be late.

Politics makes strange post-masters.

There is no failure except in no longer trying. There is no defeat except from within, no really insurmountable barrier save our own inherent weakness of purpose.

The only time some fellows are seen with their wives is after they're indicted.

My idea of walking into the jaws of death is marrying some woman who has lost three husbands.

Women seem to be all right on bargains till it comes to picking out a husband.