It is sometimes pleasant even to act like a madman.
The man who while he gives thinks of what he will get in return, deserves to be deceived.
You learn to know a pilot in a storm.
We are mad, not only individually, but nationally. We check manslaughter and isolated murders; but what of war and the much-vaunted crime of slaughtering whole peoples?
He may as well not thank at all, who thanks when none are by.
The voice is nothing but beaten air.