I shall have to believe even though I cannot understand.
It never seems to occur to some people, that, like beauty, a sense of humor may sometimes be fatal.
Death, only, renders hope futile.
We are, all of us, creatures of habit, and when the seeeming necessity for schooling ourselves in new ways ceases to exist, we fall naturally and easily into the manner and customs which long usage has implanted ineradicably within us.
I write to escape ... to escape poverty.
Golf is a mental disorder.