All One Has To Do To Gather

A Life Spent In Constant Labor Is A Life Wasted, Save A Man Be Such A Fool As To Regard A Fulsome Obituary Notice As Ample Reward.

I Know Many Married Men, I Even Know A Few Happily Married Men, But I Don't Know One Who Wouldn't Fall Down The First Open Coal Hole Running After The First Pretty Girl Who Gave Him A Wink.

The Sweetest Memory Is That Which Involves Something Which One Should Not Have Done; The Bitterest, That Which Involves Something Which One Should Not Have Done, And Which One Did Not Do.

A Man Reserves His True And Deepest Love Not For The Species Of Woman In Whose Company He Finds Himself Electrified And Enkindled, But For That One In Whose Company He May Feel Tenderly Drowsy.

I Have Yet To Find A Man Worth His Salt In Any Direction Who Did Not Think Of Himself First And Foremost.