An alledged conversation between the taciturn president and his wife – on being asked by her what the the preacher’s sermon had been about
Coolidge: Sins.
Mrs. Coolidge: Well, what did he say about it?
Coolidge: He was against it.
An alledged conversation between the taciturn president and his wife – on being asked by her what the the preacher’s sermon had been about
Coolidge: Sins.
Mrs. Coolidge: Well, what did he say about it?
Coolidge: He was against it.
of jazz musician and composer John Dankworth Couth, kempt and shevelled.
The trouble ain't that there is too many fools, but that the lightning ain't distributed right.
The way to grow grand is not: to demand. In life's every field you are what you yield.