It Was Not That She Was Out

It Cuts One Sadly To See The Grief Of Old People; They've No Way O' Working It Off; And The New Spring Brings No New Shoots Out On The Withered Tree.

You Know I Have Duties──we Both Have Duties──before Which Feeling Must Be Sacrificed.

Subtle Impressions For Which Words Are Quite Too Coarse A Medium.

It's A Father's Duty To Give His Sons A Fine Chance.

The Finest Language Is Mostly Made Up Of Simple Unimposing Words.