A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body - the wishbone.
He burned his house down for the fire insurance and spent the proceeds on a telescope.
The artist in me cries out for design.
We cannot tell some people what it is believe, partly because they are too stupid to understand, partly because we are too proudly vague to explain.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile / And then come back to it and begin over.
The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.