At the dinner table, if you can't think of anything to say, sit quietly. Don't throw rolls, or chew on your napkin.
The truths I shun follow me, mumbling.
Scholarship can find little to say about the obvious.
I really like life, don't you? There's nothing else quite like it.
I will not tolerate your faults. They are of no use to me.
While we are reading, we are all Don Quixote.