Yesterday was a closed book, tomorrow, however, was another story.
The number of arguments is unimportant unless some of them are correct.
Life is made for the strong. There is no mercy in it for the weak– none. . . Such is the tragedy of desire.
The subtlest of subtleties, this is the gateway to all mysteries.
If the soup had been as warm as the wine; if the wine had been as old as the turkey; and if the turkey had had a breast like the maid, it would have been a swell dinner.
In Iran the whole reform and democracy movement has been based on the emerging free press.