I Could Have Danced All Night

A friendly dietician I danced with, attempting, I suspect, to waltz her way even closer to the area of terpsichorean certainty, confided to my nearest ear that, “The words most commonly misspelled and mispronounced are seldom those words seldomly used.”  (I could have dan-n-ced all night, dan-n-ced all night).



Those who hate the gods, mistrust the kings, and the anti-royalists are everywhere the spine of the revolution.



A real dummy will always hire his brother-in-law.



When plague hit, all who were not dying from it were talking about it, (except for a few who could see beyond the horizon of the clock).



Only the simplistic think that they should be where their brain is at all times.