First you forget names, then you forget faces. Next you forget to pull your zipper up and finally, you forget to pull it down.

You've got to learn your instrument. Then, you practice, practice, practice. And then, when you finally get up there on the bandstand, forget all that and just wail.

You know you're getting old when you stoop to tie your shoelaces and wonder what else you could do while you're down there.

Those who have many faces will eventually forget which is their own face.

Our names are an integral part of the faces we show to the world. If we're judged first on outward appearances, we're assessed next on our names.

Forgive your enemies, but never forget their names.