Domestic rabbits don't have the sense that God promised animal crackers.
Life seems to be a choice between two wrong answers.
Cities are judged by their richest inhabitants and rural areas are judged
All babies are incoherent, but they grow up. That is the principle difference between an infant and a poet.
I wonder which is worse-the death, not knowing what comes after, or the wedding, when you think you know, but you're wrong.
Half magic is no magic at all.