"No, sir. You do me an injustice. I'm going to put in the rest of my time trying to get my conscience into a satisfactory condition."
"When I was a young man," said Mr. Cumrox, "I thought nothing of working twelve or fourteen hours a day."
"Father," replied the young man with sporty clothes, "I wish you wouldn't mention it. Those non-union sentiments are liable to make you unpopular."
No good man ever became suddenly rich.—Syrus.
And all to leave what with his toil he won,
To that unfeather'd two-legged thing, a son.
—Dryden.