The fatal futility of Fact.
He is the same old sausage, fizzing and sputtering in his own grease.
You are good for nothing unless you are clever.
Donโt underestimate the value of ironyโit is extremely valuable.
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.
There are two kinds of taste, the taste for emotions of surprise and the taste for emotions of recognition.