The flower in the vase smiles but no longer laughs.
In junior high school I was an object of pure ridicule for my dress...
My friends and family especially my mom and dad are always saying I should...
When Fortune smiles I smile to think how quickly she will frown.
We ought to be beating our chests every day. We ought to look in the mirror...
Ascetics and fakirs come to mitigate human suffering to heal us and lead us...
Oh the ignorance of us upon whom Providence did not sufficiently smile to...
When you consider all the stars I have managed mere submarines make me smile.