We are all apt to believe what the world believes about us.
It is impossible, to me at least, to be poetical in cold weather.
Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face.
Alas! the scientific conscience had got into the debasing company of money obligation and selfish respects.
As they who make Good luck a god count all unlucky men.
... in no part of the world is genteel visiting founded on esteem, in the absence of suitable furniture and complete dinner-service.