The last resort of kings, the cannonball. The last resort of the people, the paving stone.
Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.
Press on! A better fate awaits thee.
[T]he small is great, the great is small; all is in equilibrium in necessity.
She was a lovely blonde, with fine teeth. She had gold and pearls for her dowry; but her gold was on her head, and her pearls were in her mouth.
Too much improvisation leaves the mind stupidly void.