Middle-age is when you're sitting at home on a Saturday night and the telephone rings and you hope it isn't for you.

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.

The only incurable troubles of the rich are the troubles that money can't cure, Which is a kind of trouble that is even more troublesome if you are poor.

The burnt child, urged by rankling ire, Can hardly wait to get back at the fire.

This is my dream, It is my own dream, I dreamt it. I dreamt that my hair was kempt. Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.

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.

People expect old men to die, They do not really mourn old men. Old men are different. People look At them with eyes that wonder when ... People watch with unshocked eyes; But the old men know when an old man dies.