But as usual there's no answer to this. As usual, that's just how it is.
Ladies with curly hair Have time to spare.
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
Grace and remembrance be to you both.
I think The Song Remains The Same is such a load of old bollocks.
As a director, I wouldn't like me as an actor. As an actor, I wouldn't like me as a director.
No language on earth speaks as comprehensively as photography, always providing that we follow the chemical and optic and physical path to demonstrable truth, and understand physiognomy.