When understanding would be too difficult, I become trusting.

A skyscraper is a boast in glass and steel.

Many attempt to harvest what was never planted.

The sewing machine joins what the scissors have cut asunder, plus whatever else comes in its path.

Boredom strives to detach, but finds itself stuck.

My reluctant charity shames both me and the recipient.

The aphorism wants to be at the same time both main line and off beat.