Middle age is when your old classmates are so gray and wrinkled and bald they don't recognize you.
They tell about a fifteen-year-old boy in an orphans' home who had an incurable stutter. One Sunday the minister was detained and the boy volunteered to say the prayer in his stead. He did it perfectly, too, without a single stutter. Later he explained, "I don't stutter when I talk to God. He loves me."
The Atomic Age is here to stay - but are we?
Middle age is when your old classmates are so grey and wrinkled and bald they don't recognize you.
The person who can bring the spirit of laughter into a room is indeed blessed.
Good manners: The noise you don't make when you're eating soup.
For me, a hearty 'belly laugh' is one of the beautiful sounds in the world.
The Detroit String Quartet played Brahms last night. Brahms lost.