We owe something to extravagance, for thrift and adventure seldom go hand in hand.
One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory.
The engine died and then the doors swung open.
When I came back to Dublin I was courtmartialed in my absence and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.
The first vehicle that screamed past -- an ambulance -- didn't even slow down.
In America, through pressure of conformity, there is freedom of choice, but nothing to choose from.
We have really everything in common with America nowadays except, of course, language.