Since Eve ate the apple, much depends on dinner.
Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
Have not all past human beings parted, And must not all the present, one day part?
Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life, and if Virtue is not its own reward, I don't know any other stipend annexed to it.
I am ashes where once I was fire.