More than mother and son, they were accomplices in solitude.
Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry.
Ah, me, if this is love, then how it torments.
Fame is very agreeable, but the bad thing is that it goes on 24 hours a day.
There is bound to be someone driven mad by love who will give you the chance to study the effects of gold cyanide on a cadaver. And when you do find one, observe with care, they almost always have crystals in their heart
You can't eat hope,' the woman said. You can't eat it, but it sustains you,' the colonel replied.