Ah, on what little things does happiness depend.
A true gentleman is one who is never intentionally rude.
The dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ
Yet each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be heard Some do it with a bitter look Some with a flattering word The coward does it with a kiss The brave man with a sword
Society exists only as a mental concept; in the real world there are only individuals.
If one tells the truth, one is sure, sooner or later, to be found out.