Contemporaries live from second hand to mouth.

My request that my writing be read twice has aroused great indignation. Unjustly so. After all, I do not ask that they be read once.

The world is a prison in which solitary confinement is preferable.

A school without grades must have been concocted by someone who was drunk on non-alcoholic wine.

A father's pride, laid on thick, has always made me wish that the fellow had at least experienced some pain during procreation.

A white lie is always pardonable. But he who tells the truth without compulsion merits no leniency.

Since the day man first tried to conquer space, the earth has been mobilizing.