More often than not bad luck meant bad plans.

A friendship between a man and a woman was what you called it when one had been pursuing the other for a long time and never gotten anywhere.

Names turned over by time, like the plough turning the soil. Bringing up the new while the old were buried in the mud.

Truly, life is the misery we endure between disappointments.

It is easy to forget how much you have, when your eyes are always fixed on what you have not.

But you can't truly hate a man without loving him first, and there's always a trace of that love left over.

Have a smile for breakfast, you'll be shitting joy by lunch.