His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide.

It was cold autumn weather, but in spite of the cold they wandered up and down the roads of the Park for nearly three hours. They agreed to break off their intercourse; every bond, he said, is a bond to sorrow.

What is better than to sit at the end of the day and drink wine with friends, or substitutes for friends?

What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.

The studious silence of the library ... Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness.

White wine is like electricity. Red wine looks and tastes like a liquified beefsteak.

Read your own obituary notice; they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life.