Laziness has many disguises. Soon "winter doldrums" will become "spring fever."
We grow a little every time we do not take advantage of somebody's weakness.
No symphony orchestra ever played music like a two-year-old girl laughing with a puppy.
If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.
What a strange world this would be if we all had the same sense of humor.
We must escape our illusions of correctness to understand the actions and beliefs of others.