Deal with him, Hemingway!
My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.
What? Corpus. Body. Corpse. Good idea the Latin. Stupifies them first. Hospice for the dying. They don't seem to chew it; only swallow it down.
A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.
Read your own obituary notice; they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life.
Time's ruins build eternity's mansions.