Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.
The best part of a woman's love is worship; but it is hard to her to be sent away with her precious spikenard rejected, and her long tresses, too, that were let fall, ready to soothe the wearied feet.
The sweetest of all success is that which one wins by hard exertion.
Kisses honeyed by oblivion.
Ignorance gives one a large range of probabilities.
There are glances of hatred that stab, and raise no cry of murder.