Early every morning an old woman goes to the market to curse a grocery clerk, who curses back.
Folly always knows the answer.
To love a fool is a misfortune, but does not make one a fool.
Love Songs Now: Fewer broken hearts, more sexual misery.
In New York, pretending to be above the struggle means no seat on the bus and a table next to the kitchen.
I must like my profession, since I can hardly distinguish myself from it.