If this is dying, I don't think much of it.
There are a great deal of a great many kinds of love.
The stability and peace which seemed to be so firmly established by the brilliant monarchy of Francis I vanished with the terrible outbreak of the Wars of Religion.
Englishmen have always loved Moliere.
Perhaps of all the creations of man language is the most astonishing.
The old interests of aristocracy - the romance of action, the exalted passions of chivalry and war - faded into the background, and their place was taken by the refined and intimate pursuits of peace and civilization.