Trumps

Quality trumps quantity.

You don't always have to say what's on your mind; sometimes tact trumps candor.

Some men are born to good luck: all they do or try to do comes right—all that falls to them is so much gain—all their geese are swans—all their cards are trumps—toss them which way you will, they will always, like poor puss, alight upon their legs, and only move on so much the faster.

Reason trumps strength.

When the law isn't just, justice trumps the law.

Yanni is rubbing shoulders with the Trumps.

Diligence trumps talent.

Love trumps hate.

An Executive Order trumps everything else.