In keeping with his belief that proper appearance had its place in the arts, one chap would carefully wash and iron all his poems before publicly presenting them.
In the Personal Notions File of this one chap, his lead notion read: “Ofttimes the ‘last to know’ are the last who need to know.”
The best way to try
and describe someone
is to give up in the middle.
Gathering up his family, one guy announced, “A piece of advice (as if it’ll do any bloody good): Whenever you’re bitching about the injustices of life, try and remember this: A hotel bill is the same whether you sleep in the room or not.” (He didn’t have a real large family.)
This one guy, whenever he wanted to get even with somebody, would kill himself.