Love and a cold cannot be hid. It is, I believe, a Spanish proverb.
A good many established writers seem to have the feeling that some day they are going to be found out, revealed as frauds.
Being in a rage was rather like being out in a thunderstorm - you couldn't hear yourself think.
A lie that is half a truth is ever the hardest to fight.
Any road is bound to arrive somewhere if you follow it far enough
The fact is, people who don't have any misfortunes are very irritating to their neighbours. No opportunities for popping in with condolences and new-laid eggs. No visits to the afflicted. No opportunities for the milk of human kindness to flow. Naturally it doesn't.