It is my fate and perhaps my temperament to sign agreements with fools.
Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night.
I am certainly an ought and not a must.
Passion should believe itself irresistible. It should forget civility and consideration and all the other curses of a refined nature. Above all, it should never ask for leave where there is a right of way.
It is not that the Englishman can't feel-it is that he is afraid to feel. He has been taught at his public school that feeling is bad form. He must not express great joy or sorrow, or even open his mouth too wide when he talks-his pipe might fall out if he did.