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.

They who meet on an April night are forever lost in love, if there's moonlight all about and there's no moon above.

How are things in Glocca Mora this fine day?

For what we are about to receive, Oh Lord 'tis Thee we thank,' said the cannibal as he cut a slice off the missionary's shank.

No matter how much I prove and prod, I cannot quite believe in God; But oh, I hope to God that He, Unswervingly believes in me.

The Lord made Adam, the Lord made Eve, he made 'em both a little bit naive.

A Russian child asked his mother : "does God know we don't believe in Him?"