From my files on November 6, 1995

Unshared joy is an unlighted candle.

Memory is the diary we all carry with us.

The heart holds things the mind forgets.

Swallowing pride never choked anyone.

If your nose runs and your feet smell,
perhaps you were made upside down.

Did you hear the one about the firefly
who backed into an electric fan?
He was delighted.

From my files on October, 1995

These Tidbits are from the
Reader's Digest, dated October 1942.

Every man has a right to be conceited
until he is successful.

Corporal: where did you get that black eye?
Private: I went to a dance and was struck
by the beauty of the place.

Happiness is not a station you arrive at,
but a manner of traveling.

What do the robins eat, Mummy?
Worms, dear.
And what do the worms eat?
The dead robins, darling.

The Lord gave us two ends to use;
One to think with, one to sit with.
The war depends on which we choose;
Heads up we win, tails we lose!

“How long was your last cook with you?”
“She was never with us.
She was against us.”

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From my files on July 27, 1992

Friendship consists of forgetting what one
gives and remembering what one receives.

We are not put on this earth to see through
one another, but to see another through.

Admitting mistakes is not a fault
. . . failing to correct them is.

We are judged by what we finish,
not what we start.

We find comfort among those who agree
with us--growth among those who don't.

From my files on January 30, 1995

Taxes are just like golf - - - -you drive
your heart out to get to the green
and then end up in the hole.

Committee: a group that keeps
minutes and wastes hours.

God gives birds food . . .
but they must fly for it.

Middle age is when you kind of
look forward to a dull evening.

Monday is when we look back
on the good old days, Saturday and Sunday.

Flattery is nothing but soft soap - - - -
and it's 50% lye.