When it comes to the fundamental issues that humanity faces, I think that solutions involve shifting consciousness towards cooperation.
My wife went to a beauty parlor and got a mudpack; for two days she looked nice, then the mud fell off.
After I told my wife that black underwear turned me on, she didn't wash my Y-fronts for a month.
She's a classy girl though, at least all her tattoos are spelt right.
The boat was so old; it must have been launched when Long John Silver had two legs and an egg on his shoulder.
So there I was lying in the gutter. A man stopped and asked '"What's the matter? Did you fall over?" So I said "No. I've a bar of toffee in my back pocket and I was just trying to break it. "
My parents never understood me; they were Japanese.
Every man, wherever he goes, is encompassed by a cloud of comforting convictions, which move with him like flies on a summer day.
It is difficult to say which is the greatest evil--to have too violent passions, or to be wholly devoid of them. Controlled with firmness, guided by discretion, and hallowed by the imagination, the passions are the vivifiers and quickeners of our being. Without passion there can be no energy of character. Indeed, the passions are like fire, useful in a thousand ways, and dangerous only in one--through their excess.
That's kind of how I approach life and football; why dwell on something that's hasn't happened.
It used to be that creative music was most of the music that you heard back in the '30s and '40s, and now it's like 3 percent. So, its kind of a struggle getttin' it out there.