Like winter snow on summer lawn, time past is time gone. Madness takes its toll. Please have exact change. A metaphor is like a simile. Minds are like parachutes - they only function when open.
Mistakes are often the stepping stones to utter failure.
The more sins you confess, the more books you will sell. He might not have one. Never ascribe to malice that which can adequately be explained by stupidity. Never put off until tomorrow what you can put off indefinitely. The nice thing about standards is, there are so many to choose from.