Virtue is its own revenge.
Music gives 'wings' to words.
There ought to be a law against necessity.
When the idle poor, Become the idle rich, You'll never know, Just who is who, Or who is which.
Once I built a railroad; now it's done. Brother, can you spare a dime?
Oh, innocent victims of Cupid, remember this terse little verse: To let a fool kiss you is stupid. To let a kiss fool you is worse.