Don't be too eager to grow up. It ain't as much fun as it looks

We die alone, but we live among men.

I just know that there are two theories when arguing with women. And neither one works.

Sing of the nature of women, and then the song shall be surely full of variety; old crotchets and most sweet closes. It shall be humorous, grave, fantastic, amorous, melancholy, sprightly, one in all, and all in one.

Looks like the good Lord got your ass and face mixed up.

Some trees flourish, others die. Some cattle grow strong, others are taken by wolves. Some men are born rich enough and dumb enough to enjoy their lives. Ain't nothing fair. You know that.

My side ain't chosen. My side was given.