As children, our protests availed little. As adults, the same.

Diplomats lie with a heavy sense of destiny.

Constant talkers are unheard.

To a suicide: You just poisoned the wrong person.

Getting ready: the show girl scratches her breast and shakes out her feathers.

The interest in Wisdom is fading. Soon there will not be enough left to support the aphorism, even though it tries to amuse by half-mocking the Wisdom it propounds.

The public is a hibernating bear, hard to awaken and fond of honey.