There is a great deal of difference between an eager man who wants to read a book and the tired man who wants a book to read.
Somebody has to do something, and it's just incredibly pathetic that it has to be us.
Having a holiday weekend without a family member felt like putting on a sweater that had an extra arm.
He who boasts of his ancestry is praising the deeds of another.
Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.
We are inclined to believe those whom we do not know because they have never deceived us.
I take it that what all men are really after is some form or perhaps only some formula of peace.