Worrying about them always struck me as about as useful as worrying about getting hit by lightning.
It's a dangerous business going out your front door.
Even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there.
My home is not a place, it is people.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
I've gone into hundreds of fortune-teller's parlors, and have been told thousands of things, but nobody ever told me I was a policewoman getting ready to arrest her.
A rumor without a leg to stand on will get around some other way.