If your nose is up in the air, you cannot see where you are going.

Old among the young, poor among the rich, I adopt an air of indefinable superiority.

Once wealth and beauty are gone, there is always rural life.

All anger feels like righteous anger; sorrow does not care whether it is righteous or not.

Mars and Venus are at it again. This time, Hephaestus is standing by with a private detective, a photographer, and a lawyer.

Oblivion waits without beckoning or threatening.

You are so tactful that I have no idea what you want.