Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade.
Anything awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral.
The light that lies In woman's eyes.
My motto is: Contented with little, yet wishing for more.
No one ever regarded the First of January with indifference. It is that from which all date their time, and count upon what is left. It is the nativity of our common Adam.
We were happier when we were poorer, but we were also younger.