My head rang like a gong.
We have too many high sounding words, and too few actions that correspond with them.
The undertaking of a new action brings new strength.
My eyes swam and watered and I literally couldn't breathe through the pain.
Good taste is the enemy of comedy.
Without the capacity to provide its own information, the mind drifts into randomness.
Your parents, they give you your life, but then they try to give you their life.