Life's like a ball game. You gotta take a swing at whatever comes along before you wake up and find out it's the ninth inning.
Martin Goldsmith
Fate, or some mysterious force, can put the finger on you or me, for no good reason at all.
That's life. Whichever way you turn, fate sticks out a foot to trip you.
Give a lift to a tomato, you expect her to be nice, don't ya? After all, what kind of dames thumb rides, Sunday school teachers?
