Whenever the sidewalk of history rears up and slaps you in the face, a sensible sort would correct her own step before instructing other pedestrians. Some are not sensible.
If you see the whiskers of the cat pass from left to right behind a picket fence, and then later you watch a tail following, you are entitled to consider the tail was caused by the whiskers. This is so?
In an emergency, your position on rescue too often depends on whether you’re in the lifeboat or out in the stream.
How we all truly believe in the balance of gender roles, especially when it ain’t necessarily so.
The very rich are very different from you and me and taxation is theft and bothering them about your poor kidney stones is stalking. Leave them alone, they say. The’ve enough to think about.
Judge Sisyphus forever rolls his objective stone up the hillside and always it comes tumbling down to the subjective again.
How does Simple Sarah match up against some notable quitters of the past?