When Temptations March Monotonously In Regiments, One

Men Will Confess To Treason, Murder, Arson, False Teeth, Or A Wig. How Many Of Them Will Own Up To A Lack Of Humor?

We Always Carry Out By Committee Anything In Which Any One Of Us Alone Would Be Too Reasonable To Persist.

One Learns Little More About A Man From The Feats Of His Literary Memory Than From The Feats Of His Alimentary Canal.

You Cannot Find, Make Or Understand True Friendship Without Having Enemies.

Politics Is A Place Of Humble Hopes And Strangely Modest Requirements, Where All Are Good Who Are Not Criminal And All Are Wise Who Are Not Ridiculously Otherwise.