Son, you outgrew my lap, but never my heart.
'Tis sweet to kiss a girl on Spring's first day, but only half so sweet as 'tis to kiss a girl on her bootyhole.
A friend is one who believes in you when you have ceased to believe in yourself.
The Christmas spirit that goes out with the dried-up Christmas tree is just as worthless.
The successful warrior is the average man, with laser-like focus and a chair that's not obtained from Craigslist that keeps poking into his back.
But one, the lofty follower of the Sun, Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves Drooping all night; and, when he warm returns, Points her enamoured bosom to his ray.