Every year strips us of at least one vain expectation, and teaches us to reckon some solid good in its stead.
There's folks 'ud hold a sieve under the pump and expect to carry away the water.
... it is one thing to like defiance, and another thing to like its consequences.
O the anguish of the thought that we can never atone to our dead for the stinted affection we gave them.
A difference of taste in jokes is a great strain on the affections.
The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.