The press is like any business. Its a group of really intelligent individuals that ends up being one slathering, one-eyed, drooling monster.
Take it, and turn to facts my fantasies.
A kiss, when all is told, what is it? An oath taken a little closer, a promise more exact. A wish that longs to be confirmed, a rosy circle drawn around the verb 'to love'. A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear, a moment of infinity humming like a bee, a communion tasting of flowers, a way of breathing in a little of the heart and tasting a little of the soul with the edge of the lips!
The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
I have a different idea of elegance. I don't dress like a fop, it's true, but my moral grooming is impeccable. I never appear in public with a soiled conscience, a tarnished honor, threadbare scruples, or an insult that I haven't washed away. I'm always immaculately clean, adorned with independence and frankness. I may not cut a stylish figure, but I hold my soul erect. I wear my deeds as ribbons, my wit is sharper then the finest mustache, and when I walk among men I make truths ring like spurs.
It is at night that faith in light is admirable.
A large nose is in fact the sign of an affable man, good, courteous, witty, liberal, courageous, such as I am.
It has been found that the less an advertisement looks like an advertisement and the more it looks like an editorial, the more readers stop, look, and read.
The idea of public reason has to do with how questions should be decided, but it doesn't tell you what are the good reasons or correct decisions.
It is only those who never think at all, or else who have accustomed themselves to blood invariably on abstract ideas, that ever feel ennui.
The first requirement for prayer is silence. People of prayer are people of silence.