No combatants are so unequally matched as when one is shackled with error, while the other rejoices in the self-demonstrability of truth.
I met Santosh and we vibed well. As our horoscopes also matched, we decided to get married.
Ill news are swallow-winged, but what is good walks on crutches.
A man fashions ill for himself who fashions ill for another, and the ill design is most ill for the designer.
Everybody wants freedom. You don't want to be shackled, especially as an artist. Nobody wants to be shackled, at the end of the day.
To think that the woman is dominated by man or man is dominated by woman comes from a kind of a complex and this complex must be given up. You are complimentary to each other. You decorate each other. Never talk ill of your husbands and never talk ill of your wives. This is the key of having an exclusive married life.
The few bright meteors in man's intellectual horizon could well be matched by women, were she allowed to occupy the same elevated position.
To speak well of a base man is much the same as speaking ill of a good man.
The well-nurtured youth is one who would see most clearly whatever was amiss in ill-made works of man or ill-grown works of nature, and with a just distaste would blame and hate the ugly even from his earliest years and would give delighted praise to beauty, receiving it into his soul and being nourished by it, so that he became a man of gentle heart.
I am an unmarried man, as opposed to a single man. A bachelor, according to the dictionary, is a man who has never been married. An unmarried man is not married at the moment. Many of these terms have fallen into disuse.
Pride, ill nature, and want of sense are the three great sources of ill manners; without some one of these defects, no man will behave himself ill for want of experience, or what, in the language of fools, is called knowing the world.
Love affair. Doesn't that sound so middle-aged? And also ill-fated. Like ill-fated is an understood prefix to love affair. Well, ill-fated is fine, as long as it's a meaty and fraught ill-fated love affair, not a pale and insipid one.
If you want to get married to a man, then get married to a man. If two women want to get married, they should get married. It's not hurting me.
She who reconciles the ill-matched threads Of her life, and weaves them gratefully Into a single cloth – It’s she who drives the loudmouths from the hall And clears it for a different celebration.
The Air Age faces mankind with a sharp choice - the choice between Winged Peace or Winged Death. It''s up to you.