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.

Men are born, and then they're formed.

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

We all have problems, and we must solve them together or we die alone.

It's wanting that gets so many folks in trouble.

You couldn't shoot a fart out of your own ass!

Every man has a right to change, a chance of forgiveness.