Sack over my head and cinched it tight around my windpipe.
Perhaps, after all, America never has been discovered. I myself would say that it had merely been detected.
We are what we repeatedly do.
For most men life is a search for the proper manila envelope in which to get themselves filed.
Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn whatever state I am in, therin to be content
We owe something to extravagance, for thrift and adventure seldom go hand in hand.
I know that you believe that you understood what you think I said, but I am not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.