What strange creatures brothers are!
No- I cannot talk of books in a ballroom; my head is always full of something else.
He was the proudest, most disagreeable man in the world, and every body hoped that he would never come there again.
Where love is there is no labor; and if there be labor, that labor is loved.
...when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.
Those who do not complain are never pitied.