One of the best rules in conversation is, never to say a thing which any of the company can reasonably wish had been left unsaid.
Each body has its art...
I heard them shouting through the muffling canvas of the bag, and then I was being impersonally hauled to my feet by my wrists, my arms wrenched up behind my back, my shoulders screaming.
Truth has beauty, power and necessity.
A hypocrite is a person who--but who isn't?
It is not much for its beauty that makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanates from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
Why do writers write? Because it isn't there.