I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.
I never know how much of what I say is true.
Reveal not every secret you have to a friend, for how can you tell but that friend may hereafter become an enemy. And bring not all mischief you are able to upon an enemy, for he may one day become your friend.
I've been on a diet for two weeks and all I've lost is two weeks.
We cannot destroy kindred: Our chains stretch a little sometimes, but they never break.
There's so much pollution in the air now that if it weren't for our lungs there'd be no place to put it all.
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.