When you go into court you are putting your fate into the hands of twelve people who weren't smart enough to get out of jury duty.
Vanessa didn't like it, but I figured a cop wasn't going to stop for a kid waving his hat in the street, not that day. They just might stop if they saw Darryl bleeding there, though. I argued briefly with her and Darryl settled it by lurching to his feet and dragging himself down toward Market Street.
You can have it all. You just can't have it all at once.
For the night was not impartial. No, the night loved some more than others, served some more than others.
My pessimism extends to the point of even suspecting the sincerity of the pessimists.
Before we set our hearts too much upon anything, let us examine how happy those are who already possess it.
If you would thoroughly know anything, teach it to others.