We are what we repeatedly do.
A billion here, a billion there, pretty soon it adds up to real money.
Up ahead, I saw someone, a middle-aged lady in a hippie dress, falter and fall.
Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be.
From the moment I picked up your book until I laid it down, I was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend reading it.
I define comfort as self-acceptance. When we finally learn that self-care begins and ends with ourselves, we no longer demand sustenance and happiness from others.
There are several good protections against temptations, but the surest is cowardice.