I give dignity second place to expedience.
I do not care to listen; obloquy injures my self-esteem and I am skeptical of praise.
I thought that automobiles were going to have mufflers and go fast and airplanes were going to fly fast.
I categorically declare first my absolute innocence, second my lack of criminal intent, and third my effusive apologies.
Happiness is fugitive; dissatisfaction and boredom are real.
But I'm so slow on it because I find it terribly hard writing blind on computers. The computer speaks to me, but it's just so slow, I'm so terribly slow using it.