The curves of your lips rewrite history.

Love is like a war; easy to start but hard to end and you never know where it might take you.

The youth of America is their oldest tradition. It has been going on now for three hundred years.

memory, like a horrible malady, was eating his soul away

As one knows the poet by his fine music, so one can recognize the liar by his rich rhythmic utterance, and in neither case will the casual inspiration of the moment suffice. Here, as elsewhere, practice must precede perfection.

Oh, why will parents always appear at the wrong time? Some extraordinary mistake in nature, I suppose.

Time is a waste of money.