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Airplane travel is nature's way of making you look like your passport photo.
Airplane travel is nature's way of making you look like your passport photo.
He was one of a lean body and visage, as if his eager soul,
biting for anger at the read more
He was one of a lean body and visage, as if his eager soul,
biting for anger at the clog of his body, desired to fret a
passage through it.
There is no course of life so weak and sottish as that which is managed by order, method, and discipline.
There is no course of life so weak and sottish as that which is managed by order, method, and discipline.
Throughout the centuries, man has considered himself beautiful. I rather suppose that man only believes in his own beauty out read more
Throughout the centuries, man has considered himself beautiful. I rather suppose that man only believes in his own beauty out of pride; that he is not really beautiful and he suspects this himself; for why does he look on the face of his fellow-man with such scorn?
Great individuals are not only popular themselves, but they give popularity to whatever they touch.
Great individuals are not only popular themselves, but they give popularity to whatever they touch.
It embarrasses me to think of all those years I was buying silk suits and alligator shoes that were hurting read more
It embarrasses me to think of all those years I was buying silk suits and alligator shoes that were hurting my feet; cars that I just parked, and the dust would just build up on them.
You never see a man walking down the street with a woman who has a little pot belly and a read more
You never see a man walking down the street with a woman who has a little pot belly and a bald spot.
You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a read more
You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.
If you are not in fashion, you are nobody. - "Letter to his son", April 30, 1750.
If you are not in fashion, you are nobody. - "Letter to his son", April 30, 1750.