What we are assigned to bear is in a sense a measure of our stature.

You can make a sordid thing sound like a brilliant drawing-room comedy. Probably a fear we have of facing up to the real issues. Could you say we were guilty of Noel Cowardice?

Rather than waste precious time arguing, I went up and started serving my "sentence" without delay. It was usually about an hour for epigrams; somewhat longer for a paradox.

I tried to write worse but it was no good; my generalizations came out as before, each more exquisite than the last. I grew discouraged.

It is the final proof of God's omnipotence that he need not exist in order to save us.

What we are assigned to bear is in a sense a measure of our stature.

The tuba is certainly the most intestinal of instruments, the very lower bowel of music.