The whole is more than the sum of its parts.
There is a foolish corner in the brain of the wisest man.
One man with a gun can control 100 without one.
(April 22, 1870 - January 21, 1924)
A common danger unites even the bitterest enemies
Love is a serious mental disease.
I was trying to get as much as I could. The van was pretty full.
What we have seen is extremely active activity by (Iraq's) air defense system,
I wonder if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all I am is the sum total of my pain, a raw woundedness so extreme that it might be terminal. It might be terminal velocity, the speed of the sound of a girl falling down to a place from where she can't be retrieved. What if I am stuck down here for good?