Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently. For in the very torrent, tempest, and as I may say, whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
It had only one fault. It was kind of lousy.
Every moment of one's existence one is growing into more or retreating into less.
The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it.
Go through your phone book, call people and ask them to drive you to the airport. The ones who will drive you are your true friends. The rest aren't bad people; they're just acquaintances.
A moment later, I caught my breath, but I didn't say anything.
Work saves us from three great evils: boredom, vice and need.