I don't know if I'm so righteous.
Most of the men regarded Europe as a wine list. In their mental geography Rheims, Rhine, Moselle, Bordeaux, Champagne, or Würzburg were not localities but libations.
If men ever discovered how tough women actually are, they would be scared to death.
America -- rather, the United States -- seems to me to be the Jew among the nations. It is resourceful, adaptable, maligned, envied, feared, imposed upon. It is warm-hearted, over-friendly; quick-witted, lavish, colorful; given to extravagant speech and gestures; its people are travelers and wanderers by nature, moving, shifting, restless; swarming in Fords, in ocean liners; craving entertainment; volatile. The chuckle among the nations of the world.
Roast Beef, Medium, is not only a food. It is a philosophy. Seated at Life's Dining Table, with the menu of Morals before you, your eye wanders a bit over the entrees, the hors d'oeuvres, and the things a la though you know that Roast Beef, Medium, is safe and sane, and sure.
Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, causing you to bump into people not going your way.
Opinion! If every one had so little tact as to give their true opinion when it was asked this would be a miserable world.
She tries to turn too soon, and the ladder smacks into Fernando's shoulder. "Oh! Sorry, Nando. " The jolt knocks his glasses askew. He smiles at Christina and takes the glasses off, shoving them into his pocket. "Nando?" I say to him. "I thought the Erudite didn't like nicknames?" "When a pretty girl calls you by a nickname," he says, "it is only logical to respond to it.
Perfection is a disease of a nation.
I think redheads have more fun than blondes.
Only the good die young.