We should every night call ourselves to an account; What infirmity have I mastered today? What passions opposed? What temptation resisted? What virtue acquired? Our vices will abort of themselves if they be brought every day to the shrift.
Neither did the cop car that went past, nor the firetruck, nor the next three cop-cars.
Whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist.
By the time I'd grown up, I naturally supposed that I'd be grown up.
When we ask for advice, we are usually looking for an accomplice.
Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.
In America, through pressure of conformity, there is freedom of choice, but nothing to choose from.