I'm not absolutely certain of the facts, but I rather fancy it's Shakespeare who says that it's always just when a fellow is feeling particularly braced with things in general that Fate sneaks up behind him with the bit of lead piping.
Well, you know, there are limits to the sacred claims of friendship.
You would not enjoy Nietzsche, sir. He is fundamentally unsound.
What's the use of a great city having temptations if fellows don't yield to them?
Employers are like horses — they require management.
