She ate so many clams that her stomach rose and fell with the tide.

The life of sense begins by assuming that we can only fitfully live the life of reason.

It is disgusting to pick your teeth; what is vulgar is to use a gold toothpick.

He was the mightiest of Puritans no less than of philistines who first insisted that beauty is only skin deep.

Ours must be the first age whose great goal, on a nonmaterial plane, is not fulfillment but adjustment; and perhaps just such a goal has served as maladjustment's weapon.

Ours is the country where, in order to sell your product, you don't so much point out its merits as you first work like hell to sell yourself.

The closer and more confidential our relationship with someone, the less we are entitled to ask about what we are not voluntarily told.