Better a broken promise than none at all.

Both marriage and death ought to be welcome: the one promises happiness, doubtless the other assures it

In not my, but our collective hands, is held the promise of change.

I noticed him in the championship game (at Qualcomm Stadium) and thought he showed a lot of promise.

Part of my plan has been to try to pleasantly remind adults of what they once were themselves, and of how they felt and thought and talked, and what queer enterprises they sometimes engaged in

Old habit of mind is one of the toughest things to get away from in the world. It transmits itself like physical form and feature . . .