People who insist on telling their dreams are among the terrors of the breakfast table.
I believe the twenty-four hour day has come to stay.
Fate weaves the darkness, which is perhaps why she weaves so badly.
Some people are born to lift heavy weights, some are born to juggle golden balls.
It distresses me, this failure to keep pace with the leaders of thought, as they pass into oblivion.
Anything that is worth doing has been done frequently. Things hitherto undone should be given, I suspect, a wide berth.