You are the only person who loves me in the world," said Elizabeth. "When you talk to me I smell violets.
Doesn't matter what a person's name is as long as he behaves himself.
She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.
People who don't like cats always seem to think there is some peculiar virtue in not liking them.
The little things of life, sweet and excellent in their place, must not be the things lived for; the highest must be sought and followed; the life of heaven must be begun here on earth.