Let's have some good, old-fashioned literature, with a virgin and a moral.
In bridge clubs and in councils of state, the passions are the same.
Writing is a refuge from unhappiness, but has its own sorrows.
The nature of language may determine what most people say, but I always speak my own meaning.
What I eat turns into my body. What I read turns into my mind.
The mind scolds the heart, which makes excuses and goes its own way.