In every death, a busy world comes to an end.
To make a thought my own, I must think it often.
I reject all evidence that my fabulous beloved is an ordinary person who worries, watches TV, and has bouts of indigestion.
If success is a habit, it is a hard one to acquire.
Reason argues the case, but fact may determine the judgment.
An illicit love affair seems sweetly old-fashioned in the age of one night stands and orgies.