I get a warm feeling among my books.
Self-pity is essentially humorless, devoid of that lightness of touch which gives understanding of life.
Parents. . . are sometimes a bit of a disappointment to their children. They don't fulfil the promise of their early years.
Self-love seems so often unrequited.
You have to be a product of the product.
Dinner at the Huntercombes' possessed only two dramatic features - the wine was a farce and the food a tragedy.