Most of us spend the first six days of each week sowing wild oats then we go to church on Sunday and pray for a crop failure.
For the subtlest folly proceeds from the subtlest wisdom.
Lay this unto your breast: Old friends like old swords still are trusted...
Eagles commonly fly alone. They are crows daws and starlings that flock...
I know I got to eat. But I got to live too.
The best and most beautiful things in the world...
Good advice is always certain to be ignored, but...
