Sunday, January 21, 2018

The Frictionary # 719

Here is another page taken from The Frictionary:

6726. Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. (William Shakespeare)

6727. Joy is the best make up. (Ann Lamott)

6728. I am tired of museums, cemeteries of the arts. (Alphonse de Lamartine)

6729. Euphemism is a euphemism for lying. (Bobbie Gentry)

6730. Who loves the tree also loves the branches. (Molière)

6731. Making mistakes simply means you are learning faster. (Weston H. Agor)

6732. Nostalgia is born
out of the process
of decay. (Positively Wyrde)

6733. Lobbying: Contact sport. (Michel Lauzière)

6734. Worrying is like praying for anything that you don't want to happen.(?)

6735. Saturday Night Fever. Where do they stick the thermometer? (Réjean Lévesque)

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