Fear makes strangers of people who would be friends.
The more I traveled the more I realized that fear makes strangers of people who should be friends.
Why do people have to love people anyway?
In order to get to the fruit of the tree, you have to go out on a limb.
I think the hill one has to trudge in order to understand a man's baggage is more of a trek than I'd like to take right now.
Usually I'm right, by the way - so never mind all the other.