Serve the dinner backward, do anything - but for goodness sake, do something weird.
I make enemies deliberately. They are the sauce piquante to my dish of life.
Good manners - the longer I live the more convinced I am of it - are a priceless insurance against failure and loneliness. And anyone can have them.
The loudest psalm singer in the congregation always is a reformed sinner.
Under pressure, people admit to murder, setting fire to the village church or robbing a bank, but never to being bores.
Seeing unhappiness in the marriage of friends, I was content to have chosen music and laughter as a substitute for a husband.