In the end the problem isn't that you have the wrong sort of government for the People, but that you have the wrong sort of People.

She was convinced that she was anorexic, because every time she looked in the mirror she did indeed see a fat person.

Poetic simile was strictly limited to statements like 'his mighty steed was as fleet as the wind on a fairly calm day, say about Force Three,' and any loose talk about a beloved having a face that launched a thousand ships would have to be backed by evidence that the object of desire did indeed look like a bottle of champagne.

The harder I work, the luckier I become.

The Battle of Koom Valley is the only one known to history where both sides ambushed each other.

I particularly admire are Mark Twain and Jerome K. Jerome who wrote in a certain tone of voice which was humane and understanding of humanity, but always ready to annotate its little foibles. I think I'd lay my cards down on that, and say that it's that that I'm trying to do.

What your soldier wants - really, really wants - is no-one shooting back at him.