Absence - that common cure of love.
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
I know that two and two make four - and should be glad to prove it too if I could - though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 and 2 into five it would give me much greater pleasure.
Self praise is no praise at all.
By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies.
Are not the mountains, waves, and skies as much a part of me, as I of them?