The Soul May Sleep And The Body

Life Is A Mixed Blessing, Which We Vainly Try To Unmix.

The Woman Just Ahead Of You At The Supermarket Checkout Has All The Delectable Groceries You Didn't Even Know They Carried.

Good-looking Girls Break Hearts, And Goodhearted Girls Mend Them.

Every Group Feels Strong Once It Has Found A Scapegoat.

My Thoughts, I Guess, Are Bitter; Who But The Bitter Have Thoughts?