I was sick of cars driving right past me.
It had only one fault. It was kind of lousy.
Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.
Music with dinner is an insult both to the cook and the violinist.
The first step to getting the things you want out of life is this: Decide what you want.
Sorrow was like the wind. It came in gusts.
To achieve great things we must live as though we were never going to die.