I don't care how poor a man is; if he has family, he's rich. ~M*A*S*H, Colonel Potter
Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children. ~George Bernard Shaw
Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away. ~Dinah Craik
The first sign of maturity is the discovery that the volume knob also turns to the left. ~Jerry M. Wright
Spread the diaper in the position of the diamond with you at bat. Then fold second base down to home and set the baby on the pitcher's mound. Put first base and third together, bring up home plate and pin the three together. Of course, in case of rain, you gotta call the game and start all over again. ~Jimmy Piersal, on how to diaper a baby, 1968
I'm sixty years of age. That's 16 Celsius. ~George Carlin, Brain Droppings, 1997
Inside every older person is a younger person wondering what happened. ~Jennifer Yane
Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes. ~Gloria Naylor
Fatherhood is pretending the present you love most is soap-on-a-rope. ~Bill Cosby
He didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it. ~Clarence Budington Kelland
He didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it. ~Clarence Budington Kelland
Sherman made the terrible discovery that men make about their fathers sooner or later... that the man before him was not an aging father but a boy, a boy much like himself, a boy who grew up and had a child of his own and, as best he could, out of a sense of duty and, perhaps love, adopted a role called Being a Father so that his child would have something mythical and infinitely important: a Protector, who would keep a lid on all the chaotic and catastrophic possibilities of life. ~Tom Wolfe, The Bonfire of the Vanities
I'm sixty years of age. That's 16 Celsius. ~George Carlin, Brain Droppings, 1997
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