An uneasy conscience is a hair in the mouth.
Humor is like a frog; if you dissect it, it dies.
None but the dead are permitted to tell the truth.
A man is never more truthful than when he acknowledges himself a liar.
What is the real function, the essential function, the supreme function, of language? Isn't it merely to convey ideas and emotions? Certainly. Then if we can do it with words of fonetic brevity and compactness, why keep the present cumbersome forms?
How superbly brave is the Englishman in the presence of the awfulest forms of danger and death; and how abject in the presence of any and all forms of hereditary rank.