You have no idea how promising the world begins to look once you have decided to have it all for yourself. And how much healthier your decisions are once they become entirely selfish.
Politics is the gentle art of getting votes from the poor and campaign funds from the rich by promising to protect each from the other.
Men are the enemies of women. Promising sublime intimacy, unequalled passion, amazing security and grace, they nevertheless exploit and injure in a myriad subtle ways. Without men the world would be a better place: softer, kinder, more loving; calmer, quieter, more humane.
Many a promising career has been wrecked by marrying the wrong sort of woman. The right sort of woman can distinguish between Creative Lassitude and plain shiftlessness.
They look quite promising in the shop; and not entirely without hope when I get them back into my wardrobe. But then, when I put them on they tend to deteriorate with a very strange rapidity and one feels so sorry for them.
Beneath the hush a whisper from long ago, promising peace of mind and a burden shared. No peace which is not peace for all, no rest until all has been fulfilled.
A promising young man should go into politics so that he can go on promising for the rest of his life.
What's important is promising something to the people, not actually keeping those promises. The people have always lived on hope alone.
Whom the gods wish to destroy they first call promising.
Between today and tomorrow are graves, and between promising and fulfilling are chasms.