Look at me! I'm a puffy pink cloud!
There is nothing more dread and more shameless than a woman who plans such deeds in her heart as the foul deed which she plotted when she contrived her husband's murder.
I want to be alone with my thought.
Dreams are sent by God.
All deaths are hateful to miserable mortals, but the most pitiable death of all is to starve.
It is always the latest song that an audience applauds the most.