My father wears his faith like the bronze breastplate of God's footsoldiers while our mother's is more like a good cloth coat with a secondhand fit.
Why is it that only girls stand on the sides of their feet? As if they're afraid to plant themselves?
A bird in the hand loses its mystery in no time flat.
Some of us know how we came by our fortune and some of us don't; but we wear it all the same
If men only knew$$$ modesty makes women fall in love faster than all the cock-a-doodling in the world.
To get rid of an enemy$$$ one must love him.
It occurs to her that there is one thing about people you can never understand well enough: how entirely inside themselves they are.
Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say.
When moral superiority combines with billowing ignorance$$$ they fill up a hot-air balloon that's awfully hard not to poke.
To have preferences$$$ but not exclusions.