I complain that the years fly past, but then I look in a mirror and see that very few of them actually got past.
The first goal of writing is to have one's words read successfully.
A painting is what you make of it, besides which, 'Moon, Weeping' has a better ring to it than 'Paintbrush, Dripping.
A true friend sees past your excuses to the real reason it's not your fault.
One can only imagine how effective justice might be if admissible in a court of law.
Ever wonder where you'd end up if you took your dog for a walk and never once pulled back on the leash?