Every Cripple Has His Own Way Of

That You, Sister. May You Be The Mother Of A Bishop.

When Two Men Fight Over A Woman It's The Fight They Want, Not The Woman.

The Bible Was A Consolation To A Fellow Alone In The Old Cell. The Lovely Thin Paper With A Bit Of Matress Stuffing In It, If You Could Get A Match, Was As Good A Smoke As I Ever Tasted.

There's No Bad Publicity Except An Obituary.

It Is A Good Deed To Forget A Poor Joke