The self-righteous feel no need to be charming, and thus double their offensiveness.
Death promises nothing--not even oblivion.
Three meals plus bedtime make four sure blessings a day.
When love ends, the beloved is no longer standing on a pedestal, but in a hole.
Lovers remain in the dark, working hard to keep out daylight.
I tried good taste, but the strain was too much for me.