To avoid tripping on the chain of the past, you have to pick it up and wind it about you.

Flattery has to overcome my mistrust, and it does.

Few things are worth doing perfectly.

Fastidious taste makes enjoyment a struggle.

A sympathetic look always makes me feel sorry for myself.

Modernized by tin roofs and T-shirts, Third World poverty is no longer picturesque.

Fulfillment is often more trouble than it is worth.