When you live for the fight, for the blood, the relationships you form are tenuous and easily broken.
Every gift, though it be small, is in reality great if given with affection.
Midas, they say, possessed the art of old; Of turning whatsoe'er he touch'd to gold; This modern statesmen can reverse with ease - Touch them with gold, they'll turn to what you please.
Thus every dog at last will have his day - He who this morning smiled, at night may sorrow; The grub today's a butterfly tomorrow.
O delicious kiss, Why thou so sudden art gone? Lost in the moment thou art won?
To wear long faces, just as if our Maker, The God of goodness, was an undertaker.
The turnpike road to people's hearts, I find, Lies through their mouths or I mistake mankind.
In this country there is a universal third person, the man we all want to be. Advertising has discovered this man. It uses him to express the possibilities open to the consumer. To consume in America is not to buy; it is to dream. Advertising is the suggestion that the dream of entering the third person singular might possibly be fulfilled.
Some persons can give themselves away to an ambitious pursuit and have that be all the giving-themselves-away-to-something they need to do. Though sometimes this changes as the players get older and the pursuit more stress-fraught. American experience seems to suggest that people are virtually unlimited in their need to give themselves away, on various levels. Some just prefer to do it in secret.
There are two kinds of solar-heat systems: passive systems collect the sunlight that hits your home, and active systems collect the sunlight that hits your neighbors' homes, too.
Humanity is fickle. They may dress for a morning coronation and never feel the need to change clothes for an execution in the afternoon. So Triumphal Sundays and Good Fridays always fit comfortably into the same April week.