O, my luve is like a red, red rose.
God help the teacher, if a man of sensibility and genius, when a booby father presents him with his booby son, and insists on lighting up the rays of science in a fellow's head whose skull is impervious and inaccessible by any other way than a positive fracture with a cudgel.
The wide world is all before us - but a world without a friend.
But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
Suspense is worse than disappointment.
There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.