The political arena is a mere farce, with all sorts of fools trying to grab power.

The boards of trade and chambers of commerce were largely made up of men who, while assuming the most vaniloquent pretensions, were themselves malodorous with fraud.

The city of Herculaneum […] held its neighbors in hearty contempt, like the youth who has suddenly found his man's strength, and parades round with a chip on his shoulder.

Joe was sore at Bob for beating him at checkers.