The other night, out near where the Bushes begin, I heard a voice shouting out in the dark to somebody thusly, “Hell, if you ain’t worth a LOT more than you think you are, you ain’t worth spit.”
Never tell your children to “Wise up!” unless you’re absolutely positive they’ll never become your foe. (And please don’t make that gauche mistake of believing all children are external phenomena.)
All bread is buttered on both sides if you’re intent on dropping it. (Lizzy Borden took an axe, and gave her children sixteen pats, of margarine.)
From the List of Nevers:
Never trust a god who’s shorter than you.
The object of City games is to establish rules that make it difficult to score, (much less, win).