There is a sacredness in tears
Surely happiness is reflective, like the light of heaven.
And if unhappy in her love, her heart is like some fortress that has been captured, and sacked, and abandoned, and left desolate.
I am always at a loss at how much to believe of my own stories.
He that drinks beer, thinks beer.
Honest good humor is the oil and wine of a merry meeting, and there is no jovial companionship equal to that where the jokes are rather small and laughter abundant.