A yawn is a silent shout.
And we were angry and poor and happy, And proud of seeing our names in print.
...but out of the desert, from the dry places and the dreadful suns, come the cruel children of the lonely God; the real Unitarians who with scimitar in hand have laid waste the world. For it is not well for God to be alone.
Half a truth is better than no politics.
The only way to be sure of catching a train is to miss the one before it.
When the chord of monotony is stretched to its tightest, it breaks with the sound of a song.