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.

Life is not having been told that the man has just waxed the floor.

Any kiddie in school can love like a fool, But Hating, my boy, is an Art.

How confusing the beams from memory's lamp are; One day a bachelor, the next a grampa. What is the secret of the trick? How did I get so old so quick?

Whenever you're wrong, admit it; Whenever you're right, shut up.

Here's a good rule of thumb; too clever is dumb.

One man's remorse is another man's reminiscence.