Dad, you're someone to look up to no matter how tall I've grown. ~Author Unknown
Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act. ~Truman Capote
The first sign of maturity is the discovery that the volume knob also turns to the left. ~Jerry M. Wright
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
Dad, your guiding hand on my shoulder will remain with me forever. ~Author Unknown
Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician. ~Author Unknown
Dad, you're someone to look up to no matter how tall I've grown. ~Author Unknown
We advance in years somewhat in the manner of an invading army in a barren land; the age that we have reached, as the saying goes, we but hold with an outpost, and still keep open communications with the extreme rear and first beginnings of the march. ~Robert Louis Stevenson, "Virginibus Puerisque II," Virginibus Puerisque, 1881
A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age. ~Robert Frost
Middle age is when your age starts to show around your middle. ~Bob Hope
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
When I was younger, I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not; but my faculties are decaying now and soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the things that never happened. It is sad to go to pieces like this but we all have to do it. ~Mark Twain
My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, "You're tearing up the grass." "We're not raising grass," Dad would reply. "We're raising boys." ~Harmon Killebrew
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