The Banker Rubs His Nose,

As A Child I Was Middle-aged And Cautious Compared To My Impulsive Father.

The Sewing Machine Joins What The Scissors Have Cut Asunder, Plus Whatever Else Comes In Its Path.

Masks Are What They Seem To Be; Not So The Faces Beneath Them.

To Jane Austen, Every Fool Is A Treasure Trove.

Most Self-laceration Is More Noisy Than Painful.