The language of the face is not taught by the schools; it is intuitive, and to the observant is always legible.

Life is like a cup of tea, the sugar is all at the bottom!

The broken eggshell of a civilization which time has hatched and devoured.

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: / He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored.

Don't you think that the best things are already in view?

I know not why there is such a melancholy feeling attached to the remembrance of past happiness, except that we fear that the future can have nothing so bright as the past.

I shall stick to my resolution of writing always what I think no matter whom it offends.