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(1868—1930)

U.S. humorist

I'll bet the hardest thing about prize fightin' is pickin' up yer teeth with a boxin' glove on.

(1868—1930)

U.S. humorist

It's going to be fun to watch and see how long the meek can keep the earth after they inherit it.

(1868—1930)

U.S. humorist

It's the poor loser who finally loses out.

(1868—1930)

U.S. humorist

No one can feel as hopeless as the owner of a sick goldfish.

(1868—1930)

U.S. humorist

Nobody ever fergits where he buried a hatchet.

(1868—1930)

U.S. humorist

Nobody ever grew despondent looking for trouble.

(1868—1930)

U.S. humorist

Politics makes strange post-masters.

(1868—1930)

U.S. humorist

There are two ways to handle a woman, and nobody knows either of them.

(1868—1930)

U.S. humorist

We'd all like to vote for the best man, but he's never a candidate.

(1865—1959)

U.S. author

If nature had arranged that husbands and wives should have children alternatively, there would never be more than three in a family.