Without the blessing of cowardice, the world would long since have been torn to bits.
Self-congratulation pleases only the speaker.
I'm being treated like a sex object, cried the lady. No matter. I will take care of it, said Time soothingly.
Dogs often remind us of the human, ail-too human. Cats, never.
Folly always knows the answer.
Ironic and jittery, we are puzzled by the old heroes with their fighting, boasting, and cocksure lovemaking.