The social sciences were for all those who had not yet decided what to do with their lives, and for all those whose premature frustrations led them into the sterile alleys of confrontation.
Parents are the bones on which children cut their teeth.
Critics search for ages for the wrong word, which, to give them credit, they eventually find.
If Botticelli were alive today he'd be working for Vogue.
Laughter would be bereaved if snobbery died.
Corruption is nature's way of restoring our faith in democracy.