Having Imagination, It Takes You An Hour

The Rich Man Has His Motorcar, His Country And His Town Estate, He Smokes A Fifty-cent Cigar And Jeers At Fate. He Frivols Through The Livelong Day, He Knows Not Poverty, Her Pinch. His Lot Seems Light, His Heart Seems Gay; He Has A Cinch. Yet Though My Lamp Burns Low And Dim, Though I Must Slave For Livelihood- Think You That I Would Change With Him? You Bet I Would!

There Is No Accounting For Tastes, As The Woman Said When Someone Told Her Her Son Was Wanted By The Police.

Drinking Is Bad Taste But Tastes Good.

The Best Bet You Get Is An Even Break.

I Find That A Great Part Of The Information I Have Was Acquired By Looking Up Something And Finding Something Else On The Way.