A freshet in the autumn does not compensate for a drought in the spring.
Oh, if I could put some of my reckless spirit into these discreet cautious lazy men!
I do not write often now - not for want of something to say, but from a loathing of all I see and hear. Why dwell upon it?
I will laugh at the laughable while I breathe
Of all our sorrows, memory is the worst.
We are divorced, North from South, because we have hated each other so. If we could only separate politely, and not have a horrid fight for divorce.