No compass has ever been invented for the high seas of matrimony.
Newness hath an evanescent beauty.
No author is a man of genius to his publisher.
A blaspheming Frenchman is a spectacle more pleasing to the Lord than a praying Englishman.
Thought precedes action as lighting does thunder.
High in the air rises the forest of oaks, high over the oaks soar the eagle, high over the eagle sweep the clouds, high over the clouds gleam the stars... high over the stars sweep the angels.