The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun.
You are mine-you know you're mine!" he cried wildly...the moonlight twisted in through the vines and listened...the fireflies hung upon their whispers as if to win his glance from the glory of their eyes.
I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.
People invariably chose inimitable people to imitate.
Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues.
Young people do not perceive at once that the giver of wounds is the enemy and the quoted tattle merely the arrow.