Massage is the only form of physical pleasure to which nature forgot to attach consequences.
A true friend sees past your excuses to the real reason it's not your fault.
Two people can have a middling day, but one rounds up and the other rounds down.
Some forgive and forget, more forgive and remember, most forgive and remind.
If God had intended us to be alone, there would be more pleasure in massaging our own shoulders.
A painting is what you make of it, besides which, 'Moon, Weeping' has a better ring to it than 'Paintbrush, Dripping.