The term 'working mother' is redundant. |
In a society of supersophisticated communication, we often suffer from a shortage of listeners. |
There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt. |
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, 'I used everything you gave me'. |
When your mother asks, "Do you want a piece of advice?" it's a mere formality. It doesn't matter if you answer yes or no. You're going to get it anyway. |
If God had meant us to walk around naked, he would never have invented the wicker chair. |
I haven't trusted polls since I read that 62% of women had affairs during their lunch hour. I've never met a woman in my life who would give up lunch for sex. |
Dreams have only one owner at a time. That's why dreamers are lonely. |
At the end of my I life I hope I would not have a single bit of talent left and tell God I used everything you gave me. |
Never have more children than you have car windows. |