One person with passion is better than forty people merely interested.
How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
God is not Love in the East. He is Power, although Mercy may temper it.
She stopped and leant her elbows against the parapet of the embankment. He did likewise. There is at times a magic in identity of position; it is one of the things that have suggested to us eternal comradeship.
There is something majestic in the bad taste of Italy.
You confuse what's important with what's impressive.