His voice was the most obnoxious squeak I ever was tormented with.
Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it.
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?
A sweet child is the sweetest thing in nature.
He has left off reading altogether, to the great improvement of his originality.
Nothing puzzles me more than time and space; and yet nothing troubles me less, as I never think about them.