Wit Doesn't Make Girls Pretty.

I Have Legs Of Iron, But To Tell You The Truth, They're Starting To Rust And Buckle A Bit.

I See Badly, I Hear Badly, And I Feel Bad, But Everything's Fine.

All Babies Are Beautiful.

I Only Have One Wrinkle And I'm Sitting On It.

Death Doesn't Frighten Me; Now I Can Think Peacefully Of Ending A Long Life.