The man as he converses is the lover; silent, he is the husband.
The future of a nation lies in the hands of mothers.
Talent is a flame, but genius is a fire.
A flow of words is a sure sign of duplicity.
Old maids claw as cats do. They not only inflict wounds but experience pleasure in doing so. Nor will they fail to remind their victims of the blood drawn.
Your modest savant smiles as he says to his admirers: What have I done? Nothing. Man does not invent a force, he directs it.