It is not all bad, this getting old, ripening. After the fruit has got its growth it should juice up and mellow. God forbid I should live long enough to ferment and rot and fall to the ground in a squash.
The wheel that squeaks the loudest is the one that gets the grease.
Don't put off till tomorrow what can be enjoyed today.
Vanity is a strange passion; rather than be out of a job it will brag of its vices.
Nature makes all the noblemen; wealth, education, or pedigree never made one yet.
Sekts and creeds ov religion, are like pocket compesses, good enuff tu pinte out the direction, but the nearer the pole yu git thewuss tha wurk.