Until Eve arrived, this was a man's world.

In larger things we are convivial; what causes trouble is the trivial.

Some golfers blast their ball from traps, With one adroit explosion, But others, out in ten perhaps, Depend upon erosion.

There is some consolation in the fact that, even though your dreams don't come true, neither do your nightmares.

That money talks, I'll not deny, I heard it once: It said, 'Goodbye'.

Each year it grows harder to make ends meet - the ends I refer to are hands and feet.

I've suffered from all of the hang-ups known, and none is as bad as the telephone.