Fun is like life insurance; the older you get, the more it costs.

It's the good loser who finally loses out.

Whoever takes just plain ginger ale soon gets drowned out of the conversation.

Nobody ever forgets where he buried the hatchet.

I haven't heard of anybody who wants to stop living on account of the cost.

Honesty pays, but it doesn't seem to pay enough to suit some people.

There are two ways to handle a woman, and nobody knows either of them.