The problem with wearing a facade is that sooner or later life shows up with a big pair of scissors.

What is fear but that ‘thing’ that we believed to be as powerful as it pretended to be.

I pretend to give gifts that people pretend to be gifts so that I can pretend that I gave something that actually cost me something. And what pretending of this sort gives me is the gift of a pretend life.

You can dress up greed, but you can’t stop the stench.

Undoubtedly, failure is growth in pain’s disguise.

Maybe consequences are dear friends in stealthy disguise.