Nobody ever died of laughter.
History does not repeat itself. The historians repeat one another.
A hundred eyes were fixed on her, and half as many hearts lost to her.
People who insist on telling their dreams are among the terrors of the breakfast table.
As a teacher, as a propagandist, Mr. Shaw is no good at all, even in his own generation. But as a personality, he is immortal.
Of all the objects of hatred, a woman once loved is the most hateful.