When we are lost in the woods, the sight of a signpost is a great matter.
Term, holidays, term, holidays, till we leave school, and then work, work, work till we die.
The very first tear he made was so deep that I thought it had gone right into my heart.
Virtue - even attempted virtue - brings light; indulgence brings fog.
At home, besides being Peter or Jane, we also bear a general character; husband or wife, brother or sister, chief, colleague or subordinate. Not among Friends. It is an affair of disentangled, or stripped, minds. Eros will have naked bodies; Friendship naked personalities.
Do not dare not to dare.