There is always a brave new world. But only, you know, for very special people. The lucky ones. The ones who carry the making of that world within themselves.
There was only one thing about his own appearance which really pleased Hercule Poirot, and that was the profusion of his moustaches, and the way they responded to grooming and treatment and trimming. They were magnificent. He knew of nobody else who ...
I know there's a proverb which that says 'To err is human,' but a human error is nothing to what a computer can do if it tries.
