A tradition is kept alive only by something being added to it.
It had been agreed between them that lighted candles at wayside inns, in strange countries amid mountain scenery, gave the evening meal a peculiar poetry.
One can't judge till one's forty; before that we're too eager, too hard, too cruel, and in addition much too ignorant.
If this was love, love had been overrated.
Americans will eat garbage provided you sprinkle it liberally with ketchup.
He is the same old sausage, fizzing and sputtering in his own grease.