Winter is the king of showmen, Turning tree stumps into snowmen And houses into birthday cakes And spreading sugar over lakes. Smooth and clean and frosty white, The world looks good enough to bite. That’s the season to be young, Catching snowflakes on your tongue. Snow is snowy when it’s snowing, I’m sorry it’s slushy when it’s going.

Marriage is the alliance of two people, one of whom never remembers birthdays and the other who never forgets them.

One would be in less danger From the wiles of the stranger If one's own kin and kith Were more fun to be with.

When I remember bygone days I think how evening follows morn So many I loved were not yet dead, So many I love were not yet born.

One thing about the past. It's likely to last.

I hope my tongue in prune juice smothers, If I belittle dogs and mothers.

To maintain your marriage brimming, with really like in the wedding cup, anytime you are incorrect, admit it each time you're proper, shut up.