Someone's boring me. I think it's me.
I prefer the company of peasants because they have not been educated sufficiently to reason incorrectly.
My pessimism extends to the point of even suspecting the sincerity of the pessimists.
So little time and so little to do.
Over the years your bodies become walking autobiographies, telling friends and strangers alike of the minor and major stresses of your lives.
Newspapermen learn to call a murderer 'an alleged murderer' and the King of England 'the alleged King of England' to avoid libel suits.
Think of life as a terminal illness, because, if you do, you will live it with joy and passion, as it ought to be lived.