What our children have to fear is not the cars on the highways of tomorrow but our own pleasure in calculating the most elegant parameters of their deaths.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
I have seldom known a person who deserted the truth in trifles and then could be trusted in matters of importance.
The sun was in mind to come out but having a look at the weather it was in lost heart and went back again.
No one is worthy of a good home here or in heaven that is not willing to be in peril for a good cause.
Long words, fat talk — they may tell us something about ourselves. Has the passion for fat in the language increased as self-confidence has waned?
Beloved imagination, what I most like in you is your unsparing quality. There remains madness, 'the madness that one locks up', as it has aptly been described. That madness or another..
People seem to enjoy things more when they know a lot of other people have been left out of the pleasure.
