How Many Of Our Daydreams Would Darken

Growing Old Is Not A Gradual Decline, But A Series Of Drops, Full Of Sorrow, From One Ledge To Another Below It.

It Is A Matter Of Life And Death For Married People To Interrupt Each Others Stories; For It They Did Not, They Would Burst.

Only Among People Who Think No Evil Can Evil Monstrously Flourish.

I Might Give My Life For My Friend, But He Had Better Not Ask Me To Do Up A Parcel.

What Is More Mortifying Than To Feel That You Have Missed The Plum For Want Of Courage To Shake The Tree?