To be clever in the afternoon argues that one is dining nowhere in the evening.

Mother, may I go and maffick, Tear around and hinder traffic?

Poverty keeps together more homes than it breaks up.

There was something alike terrifying and piteous in the spectacle of these frail old morsels of humanity consecrating their last flickering energies to the task of making each other wretched. Hatred seemed to be the one faculty which had survived in undiminished vigor where all else was dropping into ordered and symmetrical decay.

Never be a pioneer. It's the early Christian that gets the fattest lion.

Think how many blameless lives are brightened by the blazing indiscretions of other people.

A beautifully constructed borshch, such as you are going to experience presently, ought not only to banish conversation but almost to annihilate thought.