Envy is an insult to oneself.
Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy.
Time has a way of demonstrating that the most stubborn are the most intelligent.
Translation is like a woman. If it is beautiful, it is not faithful. If it is faithful, it is most certainly not beautiful.
Why is it that right-wing bastards always stand shoulder to shoulder in solidarity, while liberals fall out among themselves?