Self-pity Dries Up Our Sympathy For Others.

Profundity Often Goes Past The Issue To Some Deep But Useless Truth.

Every Lover's Lament Has An Element Of Boasting.

The Horse Stares At Its Captor, Barely Remembering The Free Kicks Of Youth.

Courage, Determination, And Hard Work Are All Very Nice, But Not So Nice As An Oil Well In The Back Yard.

Tears Are Great Peace-makers.