Previous Daily Quotes:
Next to ingratitude, the most painful thing to bear is gratitude...
By nature, men love newfangledness...
A fanatic is one who can't change his mind and won't change the subject...
No one has more driving ambition than the boy who wants to buy a car...
A good time to keep your mouth shut is when you're in deep water...
The nicest thing about the future is that it always starts tomorrow...
The secret of success is to know something nobody else knows...
It is salutary to train oneself to be no more affected by censure than by praise...
How much pain have cost us the evils which have never happened...
Some people think they are in the groove when they are really in a rut...
Eating too much cantaloupe can cause melancholic...
The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it...
Curiosity is one of the permanent and certain characteristics of a vigorous mind...
He who can compose himself is wiser than he who composes books...
A good scare is often worth more than good advice...
The reward of a thing well done, is to have done it...
We need some clouds in our life to make a beautiful sunset...
You may be disappointed if you fail, but you are doomed if you don't try...
When your reputation breaks down, there is no place to go for spare parts...
The bank of friendship cannot exist without deposits...
We tire of those pleasures we take, but never those that we give...
If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything...
Letting the cat out of the bag is a whole lot easier than putting it back...
We don't see things as they are, but as we are...
A great man is he who has not lost the heart of a child...
They are able who think they are able...
A young
couple got married and went away on their honeymoon. After two
weeks they came back and finally put away all of the presents they
received from friends and family. Since this was a new home, the process
took some time. The silver went into the closet, items were put on the
walls for display and some of the more intimate apparel was put in the
bedroom drawers. A week later, they received in the mail two tickets for a
popular show where tickets were impossible to get. They were very excited
and warmed by the gesture of the person who sent this. Inside the envelope,
however, was only a small piece of paper with a single line. "Guess who
sent them." The pair had much fun trying to identify the donor, but failed
in the effort. They went to the theatre, and had a wonderful time. On their
return home late at night, still trying to guess the identity of the unknown
host, they found the house stripped of every article of value. And on the
bare table in the dining-room was a piece of paper on which was written in
the same hand as the enclosure with the tickets: "Now you know!"
Mrs. Smith goes to the doctor's office to collect her husband's test results. The lab tech says to her, "I'm sorry, ma'am, but there has been a bit of a mix-up and we have a problem. When we sent the samples from your husband to the lab, the samples from another Mr. Smith were sent as well and we are now uncertain which one is your husband's results. Frankly, it is either bad or terrible!" "What do you mean?" "Well, one Mr. Smith has tested positive for Alzheimer's and the other for AIDS. We can't tell which is your husband." "That's terrible! Can we do the test over?" "Normally, yes. But you have an HMO, and they won't pay for these expensive tests more than once." "Well, what am I supposed to do now?" "The HMO recommends that you drop your husband off in the middle of town. If he finds his way home, don't sleep with him."
A city feller who didn't know the front end of a goat from a magnolia bush was watching his weekend host's daughter milking her cow when a farm hand hollered, "Watch out, here comes the bull!" The city feller vaulted a fence for safety, but noted to his surprise that the girl never budged from her stool. Furthermore, the bull stopped abruptly, snorted almost apologetically and meekly retreated to his enclosure. "Weren't you petrified?" demanded the guest. "Not me," said the milkmaid, "but I reckon the bull was. This here cow's his mother-in-law."
Stumpy and his wife Martha went to the State Fair every year. Every year Stumpy would say, "Martha, I'd like to ride in that there airplane." And every year Martha would say, "I know, Stumpy, but that airplane ride costs ten dollars, and ten dollars is ten dollars." This year Stumpy and Martha went to the fair and Stumpy said, "Martha, I'm 71 years old. If I don't ride that airplane this year I may never get another chance." Martha replied, "Stumpy, that there airplane ride costs ten dollars, and ten dollars is ten dollars." The pilot overheard them and said, "Folks, I'll make you a deal. I'll take you both up for a ride. If you can stay quiet for the entire ride and not say one word, I won't charge you, but if you say one word it's ten dollars." Stumpy and Martha agree and up they go. The pilot does all kinds of twists and turns, rolls and dives, but not a word is heard. He does all his tricks over again, but still not a word. They land and the pilot turns to Stumpy, "By golly, I did everything I could think of to get you to yell out, but you didn't." Stumpy replied, "Well, I was gonna say something when Martha fell out, but ten dollars is ten dollars."
Larry was a truck driver, but his lifelong dream was to fly. When he graduated from high school, he joined the Air Force in hopes of becoming a pilot. Unfortunately, poor eyesight disqualified him. So when he finally left the service, he had to satisfy himself with watching others fly fighter jets that crisscrossed the skies over his backyard. As he sat there in his lawn chair, he dreamed about the magic of flying. Then one day, Larry had an idea. He went down to the local Army-Navy surplus store and bought forty-five weather balloons, and several tanks of helium. These were not your brightly colored party balloons, these were heavy-duty spheres measuring more than four feet across when fully inflated. Back in his yard, Larry used straps to attach the balloons to his lawn chair, the kind you might have in your back yard. He anchored the chair to the bumper of his jeep, and and inflated the balloons with helium. Then he packed a few sandwiches and drinks, and a loaded BB gun, figuring he could pop a few balloons when it was time to return to earth. His preparations complete, Larry sat in his chair and cut the anchoring cord. His plan was to lazily float into the sky, and eventually back to terra firma. But things didn't quite work out that way. When Larry cut the cord, he didn't float lazily up; he shot up as if fired from a cannon! Nor did he go up a couple hundred feet. He climbed and climbed until he finally leveled off at eleven thousand feet! At that height, he could hardly risk deflating any of the balloons, lest he unbalance the load and really experience flying. So he stayed up there, sailing around for fourteen hours, totally at a loss about how to get down. Eventually, Larry drifted into the approach corridor for Los Angeles International Airport. A Pan Am pilot radioed the tower about passing a guy in a lawn chair at eleven thousand feet, with a gun in his lap... now there's a conversation I would have given anything to have heard! LAX is right on the ocean, and you may know that at nightfall, the winds on the coast begin to change. So, as dusk fell, Larry began drifting out to sea. At that point, the Navy dispatched a helicopter to rescue him, but the rescue team had a hard time getting to him because the draft from their propeller kept pushing his home made contraption farther and farther away. Eventually, they were able to hover above him and drop a rescue line, with which they gradually hauled him back to safety. As soon as Larry hit the ground, he was arrested. But as he was led away in handcuffs, a television reporter called out, "Sir, why'd you do it?" Larry stopped, eyed the man, then replied nonchalantly, "A man can't just sit around!"
Little Johnny had a knack for catching fish. Every weekend Little Johnny went fishing and returned with dozens of fish. No one knew how he did it. When other fisherman were unable to land more than three or four, Little Johnny always came back with stringer after stringer of freshly caught fish. Curious, the fish and game warden decided to investigate. He followed Little Johnny out to the lake, and when he launched his boat at the dock, the warden asked if he could ride along and observe. "Sure," said Little Johnny. "Hop in." Little Johnny started up his outboard motor. When they arrived at an obscure reach of the lake, Little Johnny stopped the boat. The warden sat back and watched. Reaching into a box, Little Johnny pulled out a stick of dynamite, lit it and tossed it into the water. After the explosion dead fish soon started rising to the surface. Little Johnny took out a net and started scooping them up. "Wait a minute!" said the warden. "What do you think you're doing? You can't do that! I'll put you in jail, buddy! You'll be paying every fine in the book! You'll never fish again!" Little Johnny calmly put down his net, picked up a second stick of dynamite, lit it and tossed it in the warden's lap. "So are you gonna sit there criticizing me all day," he asked the panicked warden, "or are you gonna fish?"
Two University of Tennessee football players were taking an important final exam. If they failed, they would be on academic probation and not allowed to play in the Sugar Bowl the following week. The exam was fill-in-the-blank. The last question read, "Old MacDonald had a _________." Bubba was stumped. He had no idea of the answer. He knew he needed to get this one right to be sure he passed. Making sure the professor wasn't watching, he tapped Tiny on the shoulder. "Pssst. Tiny. What's the answer to the last question?" Tiny laughed. He looked around to make sure the professor hadn't noticed then he turned to Bubba. "Bubba, you're so stupid. Everyone knows Old MacDonald had a farm." "Oh yeah," said Bubba. "I remember now." He picked up his No. 2 pencil and started to write the answer in the blank. He stopped. Reaching to tap Tiny's shoulder again, he whispered, "Tiny, how do you spell farm?" "You are really dumb, Bubba. That's so easy. Farm is spelled E-I-E-I-O."
Once upon a time there was a famous sea captain. This captain was very successful at what he did. For years he guided merchant ships all over the world. Never did stormy seas or pirates get the best of him. He was admired by his crew and fellow captains. However, there was one thing different about this captain. Every morning he went through a strange ritual. He would lock himself in his quarters and open a small safe. In the safe was an envelope with a piece of paper inside. He would stare at the paper for a minute, then lock it back up. Afterwards, he would go about his daily duties. For years this went on, and his crew became very curious. Was it a treasure map? Was it a letter from a long lost love? Everyone speculated about the contents of the strange envelope. One day the captain died at sea. After laying the captain's body to rest, the first mate led the entire crew into the captains quarters. He opened the safe, got the envelope, opened it and - the first mate turned pale and showed the paper to the others. Four words were on the paper; two lines with two words each: Port Left - Starboard Right.
A lawyer was cross-examining the doctor about whether or not he had checked the pulse of the deceased before he signed the death certificate. "No," the doctor said. "I did not check his pulse." "And did you listen for a heartbeat?" asked the lawyer. "No I did not," the doctor said. "So," said the lawyer, "when you signed the death certificate, you had not taken steps to make sure he was dead." The doctor said, "Well, let me put it this way. The man's brain was in a jar in a jar on my desk, but for all I know, he could be out practicing law somewhere."
A guy walks into the doctor's office and says, "Doc, I haven't had a bowel movement in a week!" The doctor gives him a prescription for a mild laxative and tells him, "If it doesn't work, let me know." A week later the guy is back. "Doc, still no movement!" The doctor says, "Hmm, guess you need something stronger," and prescribes a powerful laxative. Still another week later the poor guy is back. "Doc, STILL nothing!" The doctor, worried, says, "We'd better get some more information about you to try to figure out what's going on. What do you do for a living?" "I'm a musician." The doctor looks up and says "Well, that's it! Here's $10. Go get something to eat!"
