Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.
When poets go off the boil, they sound like bumble bees; when critics do, they sound like sewing machines.
Office politics are bloody-minded, but weak on content.
Wealth makes the laws that poverty must obey.
Lonely people console themselves with self-absorption or curiosity.
If beggars do not hate the rest of us, they are even more abject than I had imagined.