To succeed with the opposite sex, tell her you're impotent. She can't wait to disprove it.
I'm a fatheaded guy, full of pain. It tore me up not having you.
Ah, beware of snobbery; it is the unwelcome recognition of one's own past failings.
I may not have married for very sound reasons, but money was the least of them.
Dying's tough - but not as tough as comedy.
Nature eventually has her own way, so perhaps the best procedure is to accept what old Mother Nature or God, if you will, dictates. Accept it and you'll get along better.