Lookin' back is a bad habit.

But I had not the strength nor the inclination to bandy words with a drunkard. What have you done when you have bested a fool?

As he drank, little brown drops of coffee clung to his mustache like dew. Men will live like billy goats if they are let alone.

She gave me a pledge card, a card promising an annual gift of $5, $10, or $25 toward the support of the Unity mission. I filled it out under the hot light of the projector. The name and address spaces were much too short, unless you wrote a very fine hand or unless your name was Ed Poe and you lived at 1 Elm St.

I always go backwards when I am backing up.

We must each of us bear our own misfortunes.

Nothing I like to do pays well.