It is also the pardonable vanity of lonely people everywhere to assume that they have no counterparts.
Unfortunately it is the weak who destroy the strong.
Let's die of it before we're too old.
I've got more than one string to my bow, and I thought I'd give this one a twang.
When you're my age, you have the feeling sometimes that you're seeing the show come round again.
What do you think spies are: priests, saints and martyrs? They're a squalid procession of vain fools, traitors too, yes; pansies, sadists and drunkards, people who play cowboys and Indians to brighten their rotten lives.