Would you be in any way offended if I said that you seem to me to be in every way the visible personification of absolute perfection?
The sure way of knowing nothing about life is to try to make oneself useful.
An alliterative prefix served as an ornament of oratory.
The English country-gentleman galloping after a fox โ the unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable.
The worst thing to do with success, is to boast about it.
I feel that if I kept it secret it might grow in my mind (as poisonous things grow in the dark) and take its place with the other terrible thoughts that gnaw me