It's so much nicer to be a secret and delightful sin to anybody than to be a feather in his cap.
For in the long run, either through a lie, or through truth, people were bound to give themselves away.
Everyone likes talking about himself. - Hercule Poirot
there is no fanatic like a religious fanatic.
Prisoners at the bar, have you anything to say in your defence?
I have always admired the Esquimaux (Eskimos). One fine day a delicious meal is cooked for dear old mother, and then she goes walking away over the ice, and doesn't come back.