The truth can both lift up and knock down.
My bounce-around life had taught me that dreams were dangerous things - they look solid in your mind, but you just try to reach for them. It's like gathering clouds.
It seems the misfortune of one can plow a deeper furrow in the heart than the misfortune of millions.
I will have to rely on that painful teacher, experience.
It's the company, not the cooking, that makes a meal.
There should be fireworks at last, when a dream dies.