How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?
You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough. Goodness had nothing to do with it, dearie. When I'm good I'm very, very good, but when I'm bad, I'm better.
I am an old-fashioned, honest-to-goodness, flag-waving patriot.
The moment good taste knows itself, some of its goodness is lost.
Goodness is, so to speak, itself: badness is only spoiled goodness.
Happiness requires both complete goodness and a complete lifetime.