If I raised my hand to wipe the hair out of my children's eyes, they'd flinch and call their attorney.
When you look like your passport photo, it's time to go home.
I never go to a college reunion that I don't come away feeling sorry for all those paunchy, balding jocks trying to hang onto youth. I feel sorry for the men, too.
Housework, if you do it right, will kill you.
I don't think women outlive men, Doctor. It only seems longer.
A child develops individuality long before he develops taste.