As the tenor roars his passion, I think sadly of my spreading middle, and his.
Do not wait for a reason to be happy.
Once wealth and beauty are gone, there is always rural life.
If I could do my life over, I would try to cleanse at least my pleasures of self-pity.
Travelling, I worry about luggage, prices, and strange food. At home, I am free to broaden my mind by thinking about the higher things.
The best propaganda omits rather than invents