Lots of folks confuse bad management with destiny.

If there's anything mean in a feller, a litter authority will bring it out.

I will say this for adversity: people seem to be able to stand it, and that is more than I can say for prosperity.

No one can feel as helpless as the owner of a sick goldfish.

The man who says "I may be wrong, but--" does not believe there can be any such possibility.

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

A never-failing way to get rid of a fellow is to tell him something for his own good.