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

Of all the home remedies, a good wife is best.

Of all the unbearable nuisances, the ignoramus that has traveled is the worst.

Whoever takes just plain ginger ale soon gets drowned out of the conversation.

Lack of pep is often mistaken for patience.

It's the good loser who finally loses out.

Don't knock the weather; nine-tenths of the people couldn't start a conversation if it didn't change once in a while.