I never hear the rattling of dice that it does not sound to me like the funeral bell of the whole family.
We are all slaves to the shining metal.
That man is thought a dangerous knave, Or zealot plotting crime, Who for advancement of his kind Is wiser than his time.
The best thing I know between France and England is the sea.
Literature, like a gypsy, to be picturesque, should be a little ragged.
There are a good many pious people who are as careful of their religion as of their best service of china, only using it on holy occasions, for fear it should get chipped or flawed in working-day wear.