Everybody is so talented nowadays that the only people I care to honor >>
Don't you go believing in sayings, Picotee: they are all made by men, >>
I am the family face; flesh perishes, I live on, projecting trait and >>
The lot is cast into the heap, but the whole disposing there of is of >>
When I work fourteen hours a day, seven days a week, I get lucky. >>
The best luck of all is the luck you make for yourself. >>
Some folk want their luck buttered.