Who Remembers When We Used To Rest

When Some Fellers Decide To Retire Nobody Knows The Difference.

The Worst Waste Of Breath, Next To Playing A Saxophone, Is Advising A Son

Where Ignorance Is Bliss It's Foolish To Borrow Your Neighbor's Newspaper.

The Hardest Thing Is To Take Less When You Can Get More.

As To Those Who Hoard Gold And Silver And Spend It Not In God's Path, Give Them, Then, The Tidings Of A Painful Agony: On A Day When These Things Shall Be Heated In Hell-fire, And Their Foreheads, And Their Sides, And Their Backs Shall Be Branded Therewith.