Our loves are not given, but only lent, At compound interest of cent per cent.
Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.
The American has no language, he has a dialect, slang, provincialism, accent and so forth
At two o'clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen, You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun. And the trees in the Shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten, And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done.
Both triumph and disaster are impostors.
Every woman knows all about everything.