The Ancient Mariner seizes the guest at the wedding feast and will not let go until he has told all his story: the prototype of the bore.
Vulgarity is innocent; urbanity is not.
Those who refuse to play second fiddle may wind up playing no fiddle at all.
Worry is not thought; complaining is not action.
Most people regard getting their way as a matter of simple justice.
As I criss-cross the city hurrying, I feel always the unchanging cold beneath the pavement.