“ Not reading poetry amounts to a national pastime here. ”
Compromise, if not the spice of life, is its solidity. It is what makes nations great and marriages happy
~ Phyllis Mcginley
The other day I chanced to meet An angry man upon the street — A man of wrath, a man of war, A man who truculently bore Over his shoulder, like a lance, A banner labeled “Tolerance.
A mother's hardest to forgive.Life is the fruit she longs to hand youRipe on a plate. And while you live,Relentlessly she understands you.
Compromise if not the spice of life is its solidity.
