Ideas are like wandering sons. They show up when you least expect them.
Sooner or later we all quote our mothers.
The average man will bristle if you say his father was dishonest, but he will brag a little if he discovers that his great-grandfather was a Pirate.
If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.
There was never a night or a problem that could defeat sunrise or hope.
People who say, 'Let the chips fall where they may,' usually figure they will not be hit by a chip.