There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.
To expect the unexpected shows a thoroughly modern intellect.
It is art, and art only, that reveals us to ourselves.
As one knows the poet by his fine music, so one can recognize the liar by his rich rhythmic utterance, and in neither case will the casual inspiration of the moment suffice. Here, as elsewhere, practice must precede perfection.
How else but through a broken heart may Lord Christ enter in?
History is a lie commonly agreed upon.