Bragging is not an attractive trait, but let’s be honest. A man who catches a big fish doesn’t go home through an alley.

We don’t just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.

The central government possesses no plan of finding the way out of this blind alley.

Absurdism, like methodical doubt, has wiped the slate clean. It leaves us in a blind alley. But, like methodical doubt, it can, by returning upon itself, open up a new field of investigation, and in the process of reasoning then pursues the same course. I proclaim that I believe in nothing and that everything is absurd, but I cannot doubt the validity of my proclamation and I must at least believe in my protest.

Bragging may not bring happiness, but no man having caught a large fish goes home through an alley.

There’s an opera out on the turnpike, there’s a ballet being fought out in the alley.