The only true infidelity is for a live man to vote himself dead.
The drama's done. Why then here does any one step forth? — Because one did survive the wreck.
Time is made up of various ages; and each thinks its own a novelty.
Thou wine art the friend of the friendless, though a foe to all.
The poor man wants many things; the covetous man, all.
And what is it, thought I, after all! It’s only his outside; a man can be honest in any sort of skin.