A good religion does not need miracles.
How good at combing is the bald priest.
A good cock will crow on every dungheap.
A friendly person is never a good-for-nothing.
Even good dogs have fleas.
A nod's as good as a wink to a blind horse.
There never came ill of good advisement.
It is good to have friends, even in hell.
Women and calendars are good only for a year.
It's good to hope, it's the waiting that spoils it.
What good is honor when you're starving?
It is not easy to meet Good, but it is easy to recognize it.
She said when a boy and a girl dog copulate, the head of the boy's penis swells and the vaginal muscles of the girl constrict. Even after sex, both dogs remain locked together, helpless and miserable for a brief period of time. The Mommy said this sa...
The sticky marital truths: - Friendship lasts longer than romance. - Romance adds icing to the friendship cake. - There are times when neither romance nor friendship keeps a couple strong.
Then again, you cannot stop the flood of desire as it moves through the world, inappropriate though it may sometimes be. It is the prerogative of all humans to make ludicrous choices, to fall in love with the most unlikely of partners, and to set the...
The best part of being married is that now when we walk down the street, people won't just see two guys and a kid, they'll have to see a FAMILY.
All too often, those of us who choose to remain childless are accused of being somehow unwomanly or unnatural or selfish, but history teaches us that there have always been women who went through life without having babies.
I also get that we women in particular must work very hard to keep our fantasies as clearly and cleanly delineated from our realities as possible, and that sometimes it can take years of effort to reach such a point of sober discernment.
With each reunion (we) had to learn each other all over again. There was always that nervous moment at the airport when I would stand there waiting for him to arrive, wondering, Will I still know him? Will he still know me?
I had long ago learned that when you are the giant, alien visitor to a remote and foreign culture it is sort of your job to become an object of ridicule. It’s the least you can do, really, as a polite guest.
This marriage had resulted from impulse: he had seen her on a high-flying swing at Tsarkoe Selo and her skirt, flared by the breeze, had exposed her ankles; he had proposed the following day.
