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The rich man has his motorcar, His country and his town estate, He smokes a fifty-cent cigar And jeers at Fate. He frivols through the livelong day, He knows not Poverty, her pinch. His lot seems light, his heart seems gay; He has a cinch. Yet though my lamp burns low and dim, Though I must slave for livelihood Think you that I would change with him? You bet I would! Franklin Pierce Adams

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	Franklin Pierce Adams
	Franklin Pierce Adams (November 15, 1881, Chicago, Illinois - March 23, 1960, New York City, New York) was an American columnist (under the pen name FPA) and wit, best known for his newspaper column, "The Conning Tower," and his appearances as a regular panelist on radio's Information Please . He was a member of the Algonquin Round Table of the 1920s and 1930s. Read More

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Nothing is more responsible for the good old days than a bad memory.

I am easily influenced. Compared with me a weather vane is Gibraltar.

Elections are won by men and women chiefly because most people vote against somebody rather than for somebody.

When the political columnists say 'Every thinking man' they mean themselves, and when candidates appeal to 'Every intelligent voter' they mean everybody who is going to vote for them.

There are plenty of good five-cent cigars in the country. The trouble is they cost a quarter. What this country needs is a good five-cent nickel.

Having imagination, it takes you an hour to write a paragraph that, if you were unimaginative, would take you only a minute. Or you might not write the paragraph at all.

I find that a great part of the information I have, was acquired by looking up something and finding something else on the way.

Years ago we discovered the exact point the dead center of middle age. It occurs when you are too young to take up golf and too old to rush up to the net.

The trouble with this country is that there are too many politicians who believe, with a conviction based on experience, that you can fool all of the people all of the time.

Prohibition is an awful flop. We like it. It can't stop what it's meant to stop. We like it. It's left a trail of graft and slime It don't prohibit worth a dime It's filled our land with vice and crime, Nevertheless, we're for it.

The best part of the fiction in many novels is the notice that the characters are purely imaginary.

These are the saddest of possible words, Tinker-to-Evers-to-Chance. Trio of Bear Cubs fleeter than birds, Tinker-to-Evers-to-Chance. Ruthlessly pricking our gonfalon bubble, Making a Giant hit into a double, Words that are weighty with nothing but trouble, Tinker-to-Evers-to-Chance. This brief poem, immortalized the Chicago Cubs' double-play combination: Shortstop Joe Tinker, second baseman Johnny Evers, and first baseman Frank Chance.

To err is human; to forgive, infrequent.

Ninety-two percent of the stuff told you in confidence you couldn't get anyone else to listen to.

The rich man has his motorcar, His country and his town estate, He smokes a fifty-cent cigar And jeers at Fate. He frivols through the livelong day, He knows not Poverty, her pinch. His lot seems light, his heart seems gay; He has a cinch. Yet though my lamp burns low and dim, Though I must slave for livelihood Think you that I would change with him? You bet I would!

You never know what you can do without until you try. In Quotable Business, ed. Louis E. Boone, 1992.