Books are never finished, They are merely abandoned.
I think life too complex a thing to be settled by these hard and fast rules.
A gentleman never offends unintentionally
Lo! with a little rod I did but touch the honey of romance — And must I lose a soul's inheritance?
When people talk to us about others they are usually dull. When they talk to us about themselves they are nearly always interesting.
The soul is a terrible reality. It can be bought and sold and bartered away.