But children, hark! Your mother would rather, When you arrived, have been your father.

Some tortures are physical And some are mental, But the one that is both Is dental.

I'm like a backward berry, Unripened on the vine, For all my friends are fifty, And I'm only forty-nine.

The trouble with a kitten is that eventually it becomes a cat.

I myself am more and more inclined to agree with Omar and Satchel Paige as I grow older: Don't try to rewrite what the moving finger has writ, and don't ever look over your shoulder.

Here is a pen and here is a pencil, here's a typewriter, here's a stencil, here's a list of today's appointments, and all the flies in all the ointments, the daily woes that a man endures -- take them, George, they're yours!

Nobody agrees with anybody else anyhow, but adults conceal it and infants show it.