The world meets nobody half way.
My theory is to enjoy life, but my practice is against it.
His voice was the most obnoxious squeak I ever was tormented with.
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
The pilasters reaching down were adorned with a glistering substance (I know not what) under glass (as it seemed), resembling - a homely fancy, but I judged it to be sugar-candy; yet to my raised imagination, divested of its homelier qualities, it appeared a glorified candy.
Cultivate simplicity or rather should I say banish elaborateness, for simplicity springs spontaneous from the heart.