There's a sort of decency among the dead, a remarkable discretion: you never find them making any complaint against the doctor who killed them!
He makes his cook his merit, and the world visits his dinners and not him.
A husband is a plaster that cures all the ills of girlhood.
Show some mercy to this chair which has stretched out its arms to you for so long; please satisfy its desire to embrace you!
We are easily duped by those we love.
All which is not prose is verse; and all which is not verse is prose.