If capital and labor ever do get together it's good night for the rest of us.
My idea of walking into the jaws of death is marrying some woman who has lost three husbands.
Some folks can look so busy doing nothing that they seem indispensable.
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.
Some people pay a compliment as if they expected a receipt.
"Why doesn't the fellow who says, "I'm no speechmaker," let it go at that instead of giving a demonstration? "