When I Was A Boy

Life Begins At Forty, But So Does Arthritis, And The Habit Of Telling The Same Story Three Times To The Same Person.

Any Kid Who Has Two Parents Who Are Interested In Him And Has A Houseful Of Books Isn't Poor.

Learn From Other People's Mistakes. Life Is Too Short To Make Them All Yourself.

When I Came Home And Showed My Mother My Report Card With A Mark Of 98 In Arithmetic, She Wanted To Know Who Had Gotten The Other Two Points.

It Was On My Fifth Birthday That Papa Put His Hand On My Shoulder And Said, 'remember, My Son, If You Ever Need A Helping Hand, You'll Find One At The End Of Your Arm.'