There's only one truth about war: people die.
If it is abuse, - why one is always sure to hear of it from one damned goodnatured friend or another!
An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance!
There's no possibility of being witty without a little ill-nature - the malice of a good thing is the barb that makes it stick.
I was struck all on a heap.
I would by no means wish a daughter of mine to be a progeny of learning.