No one is more insufferable than he who lacks basic courtesy.
Yes, you are nosy. You're a dreadfully nosy, horribly bossy, appallingly clean old woman. Control yourself. You're victimizing us all.
You have no right to make jigsaws of people.
All these things that crib and cab in your brain, in your imagination, are in fact things that might well in later life drive you insane.
Controller Borasus sighed with relief. Libraries were not places of danger. It had to be a hoax.
But whoever heard of enchanted bacon anyway?
But I do think that when people say 'a learning curve,' they make a mistake. Learning to me always seems to go in a straight, ignorant line and then, every so often, takes a jump straight upward.
Idleness makes hours pass slowly and years swiftly. Activity makes the hours short and the years long.
We have far too many kids. At one time in the playpen there was standing-room only. It looked like a bus stop for midgets. It used to get so damp in there, we'd have a rainbow above it.
All great work is preparing yourself for the accident to happen.
My approach is I put God first; I say "God willing" all the time. The only way things will change is with God. So knowing that I can't really change anything, I'm just going to satire it.