My mind no longer has romantic abysses, but has become shallow, with many little gaps and cracks.
Money is a better tonic than Geritol.
Three meals plus bedtime make four sure blessings a day.
Striving toward a goal puts a more pleasing construction on our advance toward death.
Truth-telling frightens me. Lying confuses me.
Amazing that the human race has taken enough time out from thinking about food or sex to create the arts and sciences.