Suspicion is the beginning of wisdom, and of madness.
Undecidability is a useful category even in dealing with restaurant menus.
Constant talkers are unheard.
Arrogance rides triumphantly through the gates, barely glancing at the old woman about to cut the rope and spring shut the trap.
The dignified catastrophes of tragedy bear little resemblance to the slow ruin inflicted by life.
Ideology has shaped the very sofa on which I sit.