Read over your compositions, and wherever you meet with a passage which you think is particularly fine, strike it out.
Van was screaming something and Jolu was shouting and I looked at them for a second and that was when someone put a coarse.
People were still cramming down the stairs, and more were squeezing past the turnstiles and down the escalators onto the platforms, but it was clear to me that this wasn't going to have a happy ending.
Silent gratitude isn't much use to anyone.
Against stupidity the gods themselves contend in vain.
Before we set our hearts too much upon anything, let us examine how happy those are who already possess it.
When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.