Despair is anger with no place to go.
We wake in the night, to stereophonic silence.
Those who are brutally honest are seldom so with themselves.
A woman will do anything to keep a pretty figure, but hardly anything to get one.
Anything you do from the heart enriches you, but sometimes not till years later.
The death of someone we know always reminds us that we are still alive - perhaps for some purpose which we ought to re-examine.