Every time I read a Jane Austen novel, I feel like a bartender at the gates of heaven.
Words are only painted fire; a look is the fire itself.
There are many scapegoats for our sins, but the most popular one is Providence.
How slow and still the time did drag along.
It used to take me all vacation to grow a new hide in place of the one they flogged off me during school term.
I hope all of us may eventually be together in everlasting peace and bliss -- except the inventor of the # telephone .