One Sunday a pastor found several letters awaiting him. He opened one and found it contained the single word, "Fool."
Quietly and with becoming seriousness he shared the letter with the congregation and announced, "I have known many an instance of a person writing a letter and forgetting to sign his name, but this is the only instance I have ever known of someone signing his name and forgetting to write the letter."
My youngest son asked me how old I was.
I answered, "39 and holding."
He thought for a moment and then asked, "But how old would you be if you let go?"
Why do artists constantly feel cold?
Because they’re surrounded by drafts.