The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you.
Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.
The only decent people I ever saw at the racecourse were horses.
His eyes were dimmed with tears and, looking humbly up to heaven, he wept for the innocence he had lost.
Though their life was modest, they believed in eating well.
He could not feel her near him in the darkness nor hear her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the night was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone.