She was not quite what you would call refined. She was not quite what you would call unrefined. She was the kind of person that keeps a parrot.
Humorists of the 'mere' sort cannot survive. Humor is only a fragrance, a decoration.
Manifestly, dying is nothing to a really great and brave man.
There is nothing in the world like persuasive speech to fuddle the mental apparatus.
The truth is a precious commodity. That's why I use it so sparingly.
A man has no business to be depressed by a disappointment, anyway; he ought to make up his mind to get even.