How are things in Glocca Mora this fine day?
There ought to be a law against necessity.
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.
Virtue is its own revenge.
The Lord made Adam, the Lord made Eve, he made 'em both a little bit naive.
Once I built a railroad; now it's done. Brother, can you spare a dime?