There are only two people who can tell you the truth about yourself - an enemy who has lost his temper and a friend who loves you dearly.

My wife loves football, but I think she's resigned to the fact that I'll never make it there.

Misery loves another idiot with a jukebox where his soul should be.

He who loves practice without theory is like the sailor who boards ship without a rudder and compass and never knows where he may cast.