Throwing a tantrum does not so much release our anger as embarrass us into being more patient.
What intrinsic link is there between fireworks and flag waving? I miss a step somewhere in the syllogism: explosions are exciting, therefore America is great.
If women cry more than men, as they are stereotyped, they are the deeper sex, plumbing life's magnificent sorrow while the sports-watching, business-traveling, engine-fixing men live practically, that is, practically don't live.
Negotiations grow more bitter, the less remains at stake.
Passions need a pinch of apathy to slow them down to the pace of enjoyment.
A desperate man moves through society like a wave through deep water, its power hidden till, suddenly rising, it bursts against the rocks.
In a concert hall, the girl in bloom closes her eyes and imagines all she may be, while beside her the wrinkled widow closes her eyes and remembers all she has been.
Because young writers feel impassioned, they try too hard to impassion their readers. Should not the reader forgive this falseness born of authenticity?