When we lose one we love our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
Conscience has no more to do with gallantry than it has with politics.
To smile at the jest which plants a thorn in another's breast is to become a...
I open with a clock striking to beget an awful attention in the audience -...
He is indebted to his memory for his jests and to his imagination for his...
No foundation that I am aware of has hired ex-journalists to promote a...
An appeaser is one who feeds a crocodile, hoping it will eat him last.
Politics means competition, especially in senior...
