Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
He who writes well runs the civilization. Everyone else does the grunt work.
I'm too old to recover, too narrow to forgive myself.
We all need the waters of the Mercy River. Though they don't run deep, there's usually enough, just enough, for the extravagance of our lives.
Since ancient times, philosophers have maintained that to strive too hard for one's own happiness is self-defeating.
It's easy to smile when you have a squirrel's intellect.