With every physical pain, my moral fibre unravels a little.
An imprudent enemy is less dangerous than an imprudent friend.
Three meals plus bedtime make four sure blessings a day.
Logic teaches rules for presentation, not thinking.
I am skeptical in principle, gullible in practice.
In the great cities, winter glitters with art and feasting. But poetry, the country cousin, sees only the dearth of the fields.