Every single person is a fool, insane, a failure, or a bad person to at least ten people.
To evade insanity and depression, we unconsciously limit the number of people toward whom we are sincerely sympathetic.
We would not be ashamed of doing some of the things we do in private, if the number of sane human beings who do them in public were large enough.
Ideas are like bananas. That bananas grow only in tropical regions doesn't make them any less delicious in Scandinavia.
Silas consumed only one food, and it was not bananas.
A woman's not a woman till the pills wear off.
Ms. Sophia was evil bananas.
The banana flavour of his accidental conception, and the banana theme of his accidental death, now all seemed to conspire against him and rather suggest the universe, Mr Fate or whoever did have some...
