She was what we used to call a suicide blonde - dyed by her own hand.

I don't know exactly how it's done. I let it alone a good deal.

From Euclid to Newton there were straight lines. The modern age analyzes the wavers.

But a man's character is his fate... and in the end there isn't any way to disguise the nature of the knocks by acoustical work on the door or gloving the knuckles.

It's usually the selfish people who are loved the most. They do what you deny yourself, and you love them for it. You give them your heart.

A man may say, "From now on I'm going to speak the truth." But the truth hears him and runs away and hides before he's even done speaking.

When we ask for advice, we are usually looking for an accomplice.