Something there is that doesn't love a wall, and wants it down.
The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.
I've given offense by saying I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down.
There are few sorrows, however poignant, in which a good income is of no avail.
You can't get too much winter in the winter.
That day she put our heads together, Fate had her imagination about her, Your head so much concerned with outer, Mine with inner, weather.