Work is the nearest thing to happiness that I can find.
To a haughty belly, kindness is hard to swallow and harder to digest.
Lack of power and opportunity passes off too often for virtue.
Folklore is the boiled-down juice, or pot-likker, of human living.
It seemed to me that the human beings I met reacted pretty much the same to the same stimuli. Different idioms,yes. Circumstances and conditions having power to influence, yes. Inherent difference, no.
Night came walking through Egypt swishing her black dress.