Two people can have a middling day, but one rounds up and the other rounds down.
Once you find someone to share your ups and downs, downs are almost as good as ups.
That portion of reality that can be composed within a frame can be understood.
Life is a series of family photos in which eventually you stop showing up.
There is a strong chance that siblings who turn out well were hassled by the same parents.
Does a rose exist that I might behold it? Or do I exist that a rose might be beheld?