Pleasure without joy is as hollow as passion without tenderness.
Coughing in the theater is not a respiratory ailment. It is a criticism.
Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can make you dry. Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry.
The female sex has no greater fan than I, and I have the bills to prove it.
It's not a pretty face, I grant you. But underneath its flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character.
Why can't the English teach their children how to speak?