Men die but an idea does not.
We met at nine We met at eight I was on time No, you were late Ah yes! I remember it well.
Coughing in the theater is not a respiratory ailment. It is a criticism.
Why can't a woman be more like a man?
It's not a pretty face, I grant you. But underneath its flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character.
Pleasure without joy is as hollow as passion without tenderness.