Over the years your bodies become walking autobiographies, telling friends and strangers alike of the minor and major stresses of your lives.
Under democracy one party always devotes its chief energies to trying to prove that the other party is unfit to rule - and both commonly succeed, and are right.
Go through your phone book, call people and ask them to drive you to the airport. The ones who will drive you are your true friends. The rest aren't bad people; they're just acquaintances.
Don't mace him!" I shouted over the din. "You'll get us all too.
The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth.
Is there life before death?
College isn't the place to go for ideas.