But one, the lofty follower of the Sun, Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves Drooping all night; and, when he warm returns, Points her enamoured bosom to his ray.
Neither fish, flesh nor good red herring.
My joy is the golden sunset giving thanks for another day. Gratitude itself is a source of joy.
When everyone else is losing their heads, it is important to keep yours.
No man is lonely eating spaghetti; it requires so much attention.
Smoking Cigars is like falling in love. First, you are attracted by its shape; you stay for its flavor, and you must always remember never, never to let the flame go out!