Think of the road as a kind of zone and a site of incredible diversity.
In Australia, not reading poetry is the national pastime.
How happy is the Optimist To whom life shows its sunny side His horse may lose, his ship may list, But he always sees the funny side.
For the hearts of nurses are solid gold, But their heels are flat and their hands are cold, And their voices lilt with a lilt that's falser Than the smile of an exhibition waltzer. Yes, nurses can cure you, nurses restore you, But nurses are bound that they do things for you.
Praise is warming and desirable. But it is an earned thing. It has to be deserved, like a hug from a child.
Aunts are discreet, a little shy By instinct. They forbear to pry.
Compromise, if not the spice of life, is its solidity. It is what makes nations great and marriages happy
I found a kind of party terrorism pervading and oppressing the minds of our best men.
The risk of developing carcinoma of the lung increases steadily as the amount smoked increases. If the risk among non-smokers is taken as unity and the resulting ratios in the three age groups in which a large number of patients were interviewed (ages 45 to 74) are averaged, the relative risks become 6, 19, 26, 49, and 65 when the number of cigarettes smoked a day are 3, 10, 20, 35, and, say, 60-that is, the mid-points of each smoking group. In other words, on the admittedly speculative assumptions we have made, the risk seems to vary in approximately simple proportion with the amount smoked.
. . . it's always interesting when one doesn't see. If you don't see what a thing means, you must be looking at it wrong way round.
My collections are a reflection of my personal style and interests. All the textiles, fabrics and patterns are of my personal choice.