Man is a gaming animal. He must always be trying to get the better in something or other.
Lawyers, I suppose, were children once.
We love to chew the cud of a foregone vision; to collect the scattered rays of a brighter phantasm, or act over again, with firmer nerves, the sadder nocturnal tragedies.
It is good to love the unknown.
His voice was the most obnoxious squeak I ever was tormented with.
We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair.