Many people lose their tempers merely from seeing you keep yours.
Averageness is a quality we must put up with. Men march toward civilization in column formation, and by the time the van has learned to admire the masters the rear is drawing reluctantly away from the totem pole.
The world is a play that would not be worth seeing if we knew the plot.
Every improvement in communication makes the bore more terrible.
Sin in this country has been always said to be rather calculating than impulsive.
Men will confess to treason, murder, arson, false teeth, or a wig. How many of them will own up to a lack of humor?