Over the years your bodies become walking autobiographies, telling friends and strangers alike of the minor and major stresses of your lives.
My father hated radio and could not wait for television to be invented so he could hate that too.
A minute's success pays the failure of years.
Have you ever observed that we pay much more attention to a wise passage when it is quoted than when we read it in the original author?
I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate.
The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth.
Summer afternoon - Summer afternoon... the two most beautiful words in the English language.