Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.

He drew forth a phrase from his treasure and spoke it softly to himself: A day of dappled seaborne clouds.

And when all was said and done the lies a fellow told about himself couldn't probably hold a proverbial candle to the wholesale whoppers other fellows coined about him.

Love me. Love my umbrella.

My heart is quite calm now. I will go back.

Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.

The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lieftime.