Monogrammatic

My name is a small, battered valise. I carry my attachments in it.

Presto!

Hope and fear are two ends of the same pencil. Subtract fear and the pencil disappears.

Joy

There’s more joy in austerity than pleasure in indulgence. Austerity decides wisely, neither anticipates nor regrets, refrains from unnecessary action, keeps the body clean, lean and relaxed, and maintains a bit in the mouth of the mind.

Pensionable time

“I got my eyes on the prize,” said the donkey to the carrot.

“I put a spell on you.” Screamin’ Jay Hawkins.

Vain hope

I will find something that will make me happier than I AM now.