Finality is not the language of politics.
She is an excellent creature, but she can never remember which came first, the Greeks or the Romans.
There is anguish in the recollection that we have not adequately appreciated the affection of those whom we have loved and lost.
An author can have nothing truly his own but his style.
In the study of the fine arts, they mutually assist each other.
England does not love coalitions.