Few save the poor feel for the poor.
in came ... a baby, eloquent as infancy usually is, and like most youthful orators, more easily heard than understood.
To be rude is as good as being clever.
Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?
Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.
habit is our idea of eternity.