Love is not a product of reasonings and statistics. It just comes-none knows whence-and cannot explain itself.
We are strange beings, we seem to go free, but we go in chains - chains of training, custom, convention, association, environment - in a word, Circumstance, and against these bonds the strongest of us struggle in vain.
I suppose, just as an honest man in politics shines more than he would elsewhere.
We called him Barney for short. We couldn't use his real name, there wasn't time.
All generalizations are false, including this one.
In religion, India is the only millionaire... the One land that all men desire to see, and having seen once, by even a glimpse, would not give that glimpse for all the shows of all the rest of the globe combined.