Remember, half the doctors in this country graduated in the bottom half of their class.
Live in the moment that you are in.
Don't call me son unless you're going to include me in your will. (When Adolph Rupp called him, "Son.")
You can always tell the Catholic schools by the length of the cheerleaders' skirts.
That's it. Curtains. Off to the races. Treetops. Seashells and balloons.
We rush for the stars as we crawl toward our graves.