The worth of a book is a matter of expressed juices.
We make way for the man who boldly pushes past us.
It is with a company as it is with a punch, everything depends upon the ingredients of which it in composed.
Passion looks not beyond the moment of its existence. Better, it says, the kisses of love to day, than the felicities of heaven afar off.
When all else is lost, the future still remains.
Passion doesn't look beyond the moment of its existence.