Being a New Yorker is never having to say you are sorry.
I worry about kids today - because of the sexual revolution, they're going to grow up and never know what "dirty" means.
Every day I read the newspapers, and no matter how cynical I get, it's imposssible to keep up.
I like a teacher who gives you something to take home to think about besides homework.
For fast-acting relief try slowing down.
Wouldn't it be great if we all grew up to be what we wanted to be? The world would be full of nurses, firemen, and ballerinas.