The day will probably come when you can tell everything about a person from his dreams except his age and weight.
I didn't mind giving up carnality, jewelry and red meat in return for comradeship and an afterlife.
the smell of lilacs crept poignantly into the room like a remembered spring.
Common sense is a vastly overrated virtue. I myself prefer the spark of genius.
When you're counting alibis and not apples, one plus one equals none.
Some people become so expert at reading between the lines they don't read the lines.