When you're wrong admit it, when you're right, shut up.

There once was an umpire whose vision Was cause for abuse and derision He remarked in surprise, 'Why pick on my eyes? It's my heart that dictates my decision.'

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

The only incurable troubles of the rich are the troubles that money can't cure, Which is a kind of trouble that is even more troublesome if you are poor.

Remorse is violent dyspepsia of the mind.

The burnt child, urged by rankling ire, Can hardly wait to get back at the fire.

One bliss for which There is no match Is when you itch To up and scratch.