No one gossips about other people's secret virtues.
God creates men, but they choose each other.
I heard Jolu respond, then felt the thump he was dealt, too.
Sitting in the back of that Hummer, my head in a hood, my hands lashed behind my back, lurching back and forth while the bruises swelled up on my head, terrorism suddenly felt a lot riskier.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.
Good breeding consists of concealing how much we think of ourselves and how little we think of the other person.
Life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all.