Truth-tellers are not always palatable. There is a preference for candy bars.
Goodness begins simply with the fact of life itself.
What, what am I to do with all of this life?
I tell poets that when a line just floats into your head, don't pay attention 'cause it probably has floated into somebody else's head.
As you get older, you find that often the wheat, disentangling itself from the chaff, comes out to meet you.
When you use the term minority or minorities in reference to people, you're telling them that they're less than somebody else.