Time glides away and as we get older through the noiseless years; the days flee and are restrained by no reign.
Ovid
Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.
Carl Sandburg
If I were playing third base and my mother were rounding third with the run that was going to beat us, I'd trip her. Oh, I'd pick her up and brush her off and say, 'Sorry, Mom, but nobody beats me.'
