All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.
She was a large woman who seemed not so much dressed as upholstered.
Those who aim low usually hit their targets.
Shall we make a new rule of life from tonight: always to try to be a little kinder than is necessary?
Off we skip like the most heartless things in the world, which is what children are, but so attractive; and we have an entirely selfish time, and then when we have need of special attention we nobly return for it, confident that we shall be rewarded instead of smacked.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder… or forgetful.