Temper is what gets most of us into trouble. Pride is what keeps us there.
Nature knows no indecencies; man invents them.
Those who say truth is stranger than fiction have wasted their time on poorly written fiction.
We had an abundance of mangoes, papaias and bananas here, but the pride of the islands, the most delicious fruit known to men, cherimoya, was not in season. It has a soft pulp, like a pawpaw, and is eaten with a spoon.
How lovely is death; and how niggardly it is doled out.
Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.