my words are like clouds: slowly floating in the air, only a few people care
your words are like bullets: very quik and loud, aiming for my heart
Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.
A broken bone can heal, but the wound
a word opens can fester forever.
It is not he who gives abuse that affronts, but the view that we take of it as insulting; so that when one provokes you it is your own opinion which is provoking.
It is not he who reviles or strikes you who insults you, but your opinion that these things are insulting.