The past does not repeat itself, but it rhymes.
I persuaded him to throw the dirk away; and it was as easy as persuading a child to give up some bright fresh new way of killing itself.
They do say that when a man starts down hill everybody is ready to help him with a kick, and I suppose it is so.
I said nothing of the sort.
Oh Death where is thy sting! It has none. But life has.
You should never trust a man who has only one way to spell a word.