She unbent her mind afterwards - over a book.
Pain is life - the sharper, the more evidence of life.
We were happier when we were poorer, but we were also younger.
Who has not felt how sadly sweet The dream of home, the dream of home, Steals o'er the heart, too soon to fleet, When far o'er sea or land we roam?
Satire does not look pretty upon a tombstone.
Tis the privilege of friendship to talk nonsense, and to have nonsense respected.