The capacity to suffer varies more than anything that I have observed in human nature.
She spends her day powdering her face till she looks like a bled pig.
Symbols are the imaginative signposts of life.
From the happy expression on their faces you might have supposed that they welcomed the war. I have met with men who loved stamps, and stones, and snakes, but I could not imagine any man loving war.
She tells enough white lies to ice a wedding cake.
Till I see money spent on the betterment of man instead of on his idleness and destruction, I shall not believe in any perfect form of government.