TV is chewing gum for the eyes.
You never know till you try to reach them how accessible men are; but you must approach each man by the right door.
The next time a car appeared down Market Street, I stepped right out into the road, waving my arms over my head, shouting.
At the mention of the word mace, the guy looked scared and kind of melted back, though the crowd kept him moving forward.
Talking with you is sort of the conversational equivalent of an out of body experience.
The art of war is simple enough. Find out where your enemy is. Get at him as soon as you can. Strike him as hard as you can, and keep moving on.
Never rely on the glory of the morning nor the smiles of your mother-in-law.