In Pursuit of Wisdom

Appeasements have the fragrance of folly to the wise. From the lips of the unwise, the tongue knows no boundary. When warranted expectancies vanish, the unexpected will rise. Insincerity of heart, though flowered in roses, is the cousin of flattery. To the pure in heart and mind, plots of bedevilment are difficult to disguise. Good seeds beget good fruit; results from ill-gotten gains give birth to misery. 050322PSCtest, Bite Size Poem no.43, Line Gauthier