Error always addresses the passions and prejudices; truth scorns such mean intrigue, and only addresses the understanding and the conscience.
What you have when everyone wears the same playclothes for all occasions, is addressad by nickname, expected to participate in Show And Tell, and bullied out of any desire form privacy, is not democracy; it is kindergarten.
When we fail to set boundaries and hold people accountable, we feel used and mistreated. This is why we sometimes attack who they are, which is far more hurtful than addressing a behavior or a choice.
It is not from the benevolence of the butcher, the brewer, or the baker, that we expect our dinner, but from their regard to their own self-interest. We address ourselves, not to their humanity but to their self-love, and never talk to them of our own neccessities but of their advantages.
A good many young writers make the mistake of enclosing a stamped, self-addressed envelope, big enough for the manuscript to come back in. This is too much of a temptation to the editor.
Warning signs that lover is bored: 1. Passionless kisses 2. Frequent sighing 3. Moved, left no forwarding address.
Those who flee temptation generally leave a forwarding address.
My fore-parts, as you so ineloquently put it, have names.†I pointed to my right breast. “This is Danger.†Then my left. “And this is Will Robinson. I would appreciate it if you addressed them accordingly.†After a long pause in which he took the time to blink several times, he asked, “You named your breasts?†I turned my back to him with a shrug. “I named my ovaries, too, but they don’t get out as much.
I may not be able to remember your name, but I remember your address and what time you leave in the mornings. Your name isn’t Rob, is it?