Farewell's a bitter word to say.
Business before pleasure.
I think hearts are very much like glasses. If they do not break with the first ring, they usually last a considerable time.
All sweeping assertions are erroneous.
In sad truth, half our forebodings of our neighbors are but our own wishes, which we are ashamed to utter in any other form.
Assuredly, meeting after absence, is one of - ah, no! - it is life's most delicious feeling.