Sleep is perverse as human nature, Sleep is perverse as a legislature, Sleep is as forward as hives or goiters, And where it is least desired, it loiters.
To keep your marriage brimming, with love in the wedding cup, whenever you're wrong, admit it; whenever you're right, shut up.
A husband is a guy who tells you when you've got on too much lipstick and helps you with your girdle when your hips stick.
Professional men, they have no cares; whatever happens, they get theirs.
And one of his partners asked ''Has he vertigo?'' and the other glanced out and down and said ''Oh no, only about ten feet more.''
No matter how deep and dark your pit, how dank your shroud, their heads are heroically unbloody and unbowed.
Remorse is a violent dyspepsia of the mind.
Progress might have been all right once but it has gone on too long.