The wind howls with more passion than I've ever felt.
I'm more the whipped-leaf-clinging-to-a-jouncing-branch type.
Which will you believe, the anecdotes you've gathered for yourself, or Science, which is a boiling down of all anecdote?
Spills will come no matter what. My goal is to prevent most and clean up all...if my helper shows up.
We hope for a homily that will set us on fire. Most sermons are like iron, looking to strike sparks on our flinty hearts.
Even in the best of the good old days, people thought they were living in a handbasket marked "Deliver to hell."
Summer is spring that's completely deep fried
And winter is fall, sadly freeze-dried.
You can view signs of your passage: coffee cup rings, hole in screen door, with amusment or disgust. It all depends on which side of the bed (which you forgot to make!) you got out of this morning.
Giving everyone the benefit of the doubt won't make you a shrewd judge of character, but go ahead and do it anyway.
Transcendentalists don't suffer from fear of missing out. They are always here, there and everywhere.
If we build our self concept on the opinions of others, our house will be badly shingled.
Each listener to my yarn's a conveyance. Some are like barges that can never be filled; others, like mules that buck at the lightest load.
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Here's a squib from C.S. Lewis featured on today's Wiktel home page: True humility is not thinking less of yourself; it is thinking of yourself less.
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