Over the years your bodies become walking autobiographies, telling friends and strangers alike of the minor and major stresses of your lives.
He who labors diligently need never despair; for all things are accomplished by diligence and labor.
Every moment of one's existence one is growing into more or retreating into less.
Things are only impossible until they're not.
Assuming either the Left Wing or the Right Wing gained control of the country, it would probably fly around in circles.
I think it is good that books still exist, but they do make me sleepy.
Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.