Comedies of manners swiftly become obsolete when there are no longer any manners.
Your motivation is your pay packet on Friday. Now get on with it.
At twelve noon, The natives swoon And no further work is doneBut mad dogs and Englishmen, Go out in the midday sun.
Marriage is the aftermath of love.
If you must have motivation, think of your paycheck on Friday.
It is not the eyes of others that I am wary of, but my own.