Begging your pardon, sir....One population can't make peace with another by force.
Before you save anyone else, you have to save yourself. otherwise, you'rejust a bundle of tics, a stringed puppet manipulated by the chance and the insensible wind.
As pessoas dizem «meu Deus!» a toda a hora, mas habitualmente querem dizer «ora bolas».
As Solomon said in the Old Book, if two women squabble over which of them is the mother of a certain infant, the way to solve the problem is to cut the baby in half and share the baby in parts. That’s...
Approval is overrated. Approval and disapproval alike satisfy those who deliver it more than those who receive it.
And yet what now is hidden in shadows below may become more welcome to you in the long run.
And a puzzle is for the piecing together, especially for the young, who still believe it can be done.
Alice less winsome than weird, and treated Lydia like a Cerberus,
Against the mutability of dream, the natural laws advocated by our bewigged Enlightenment forebears are powerless. Newton, for instance, insists on gravity and other prohibitions of the physical world...
A male usually had made up his mind before you began to talk to him -so why bother?- but a female, because her mind was more supple, was always prepared to become more disappointed in you than she had...
A fellow needed two names, one for affection and the other for civic duty.
A certain young scholar of Shiz Right before a philosophy quiz Guzzled splits of champagne So that he could declaim I drink, and therefore I is.
A burnt broom that has had enough, and refuses to burn further...
You'll understand when you're older. Or anyway not understanding will become second nature, and it won't matter.
But, being unable to decide yes, she decided no.
Where shall I say you've gone? She threw an arm about airily. Oh, way up high. Over the rainbow somewhere, I guess.
From the short story The Honorary Shepherds)...you can't be kicked out of a faith. Faith starts inside your heart and ends up in eternity. All you can be kicked out of is a building, which is the bus...
Approval is overrated...Approval and disapproval alike satisfy those who deliver it more than those who receive it. I don't care for approval, and I don't mind doing without.
She heard Mrs. Brummidge hiss at Rhoda, Unseemly! with the same tone of scandal she might have used had she been saying Strumpet! or Baptist!
An odor of June mud, backwashed with essence of meadow-grass and a whiff of cow.