Arrogance rides triumphantly through the gates, barely glancing at the old woman about to cut the rope and spring shut the trap.
Always clamping down on excitement is not self-control but fear.
Many attempt to harvest what was never planted.
Funerals prove that someone is really gone.
My noisy denunciation trails off in doubt.
As children, our protests availed little. As adults, the same.
Call on literary convention, and it will gladly tell your story for you.
Silence kills scandal.
Electricity, water, gas, and steam course through the walls of my building, keeping it alive.
A skyscraper is a boast in glass and steel.
Promiscuity: optimism, free enterprise, mobility – the American Dream.
Don Juan tries not to see the skeptical winks that greet his boasting.
Glamour looks eloquent but seldom talks.
I put second things first, and then worry about first things.
Constant talkers are unheard.
Elegance thrives on exclusion.
If you belong to the underclass, you are already guilty.
Tears are great peace-makers.
Lack of reciprocity ruins friendships, but makes love affairs exciting for a time.
Shaw writes as if it were always midday.