I am here for a purpose and that purpose is to grow into a mountain, not to shrink to a grain of sand. Henceforth will I apply ALL my efforts to become the highest mountain of all and I will strain my potential until it cries for mercy.
Few people think more than two or three times a year; I have made an international reputation for myself by thinking once or twice a week.
Sometimes love will pick you up by the short hairs...and jerk the heck out of you.
Preserving health by too severe a rule is a worrisome malady.
A hobby a day keeps the doldrums away.
I wanted to flag you down because my friend was bleeding. Someone stabbed him."
Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.