Two in distressmake sorrow less.
Never but the one matter. The dead and gone. The dying and going. From the word go.
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
Habit is a compromise effected between the individual and his environment, or between the individual and his own organic eccentricities, the guarantee of a dull inviolability, the lightning-conductor of his existence.
The blind have no notion of time. The things of time are hidden from them too.
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.