Gratitude - the meanest and most snivelling attribute in the world.
Those who have mastered etiquette, who are entirely, impeccably right, would seem to arrive at a point of exquisite dullness.
Take me or leave me; or, as is the usual order of things, both.
She runs the gamut of emotions from A to B.
Prince or commoner, tenor or bass, Painter or plumber or never-do-well, Do me a favor and shut your face - Poets alone should kiss and tell.
I wanted to be cute. That's the terrible thing. I should have had more sense.