The further through life I drift the more obvious it becomes that I am lacking in thrift.

Beneath this slab John Brown is stowed. He watched the ads, And not the road.

People who have what they want are very fond of telling people who haven't what they want that they don't want it.

I think remorse ought to stop biting the consciences that feed it.

Happiness is having a scratch for every itch.

Here's a good rule of thumb; too clever is dumb.

Remorse is violent dyspepsia of the mind.