I Hate Babies. They're So

The Young Have Aspirations That Never Come To Pass, The Old Have Reminiscences Of What Never Happened.

In Baiting A Mousetrap With Cheese, Always Leave Room For The Mouse.

If He Had Unlimited Money At His Disposal, He Might Go Into The Wilds Somewhere And Shoot Big Game. I Never Know What The Big Game Have Done To Deserve It, But They Do Help To Deflect The Destructive Energies Of Some Of Our Social Misfits.

He's Simply Got The Instinct For Being Unhappy Highly Developed.

Poverty Keeps Together More Homes Than It Breaks Up.