One of the simple but genuine pleasures in life is getting up in the morning and hurrying to a mousetrap you set the night before.
Don't a fellow feel good after he gets out of a store where he nearly bought something.
The worst feature of a new baby is its mother's singing.
Nobody ever forgets where he buried the hatchet.
If capital and labor ever do get together it's good night for the rest of us.
"Why doesn't the fellow who says, "I'm no speechmaker," let it go at that instead of giving a demonstration? "