Damn the age. I'll write for antiquity.
How sickness enlarges the dimension of a manโs self to himself!
For God's sake (I never was more serious) don't make me ridiculous any more by terming me gentle-hearted in print.
Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it.
Man, while he loves, is never quite depraved.
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.