Most of us would rather risk catastrophe than read the directions.
Fields can lie fallow but we can't; we have less time.
Whatever we worship, short of God, is sure to be our undoing.
We are all such a waste of our potential, like three-way lamps using one-way bulbs.
If you hate your lot but wouldn't trade it, it's not your lot you hate.
Beauty often fades, but seldom so swiftly as the joy it gives us.