Thought is the thought of thought.
I am proud to be an emotionalist.
Time's ruins build eternity's mansions.
White wine is like electricity. Red wine looks and tastes like a liquified beefsteak.
I am quite content to go down to posterity as a scissors and paste man for that seems to me a harsh but not unjust description
Very gratefully, with grateful appreciation, with sincere appreciative gratitude, in appreciatively grateful sincerity of regret, he declined.