Oh, what a tangled web do parents weave, when they think that their children are naive.
Parents were invented to make children happy by giving them something to ignore.
When I ponder my mind I consistently find It is glued On food.
The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late.
In real life, it takes only one to make a quarrel.
The turtle lives 'twixt plated decks Which practically conceal its sex I think it clever of the turtle In such a fix to be so fertile.