Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.
I like children; I like 'em, and I respect 'em. Pretty much all the honest truth-telling there is in the world is done by them.
Man has his will, but woman has her way.
Cupid "the little greatest enemy."
Rough work, iconoclasm, but the only way to get at truth.
Nothing is so common-place as to wish to be remarkable.