No matter how often I tell people I'm thirty-nine some of them refuse to believe I'm that old.
How do I get to Carnegie Hall? Practice. Practice. Practice.
The doctors couldn't find anything wrong with me except that I have a slight stomach pain. Wait till I get my hospital bill! Then I'll really have a pain the stomach!
Age is strictly a case of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.
I don't deserve this award, but I have arthritis and I don't deserve that either.
It's not so much knowing when to speak, when to pause.