It is a sad truth, but we have lost the faculty of giving lovely names >>
I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex. >>
Self-denial is the shining sore on the leprous body of Christianity. >>
No man ever listened himself out of a job. >>
I think one's feelings waste themselves in words; they ought all to be >>
What you do speaks so loud that I cannot hear what you say. >>
I like to do all the talking myself. It saves time, and prevents arguments.