And now, I am dying beyond my means. (Said while sipping champagne on his deathbed.)
For one moment our lives met, our souls touched.
There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life's sores the better.
This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.
Crying is for plain women. Pretty women go shopping.
The aim of the liar is simply to charm, to delight, to give pleasure. He is the very basis of civilized society.