Oh, that's the beauty of the rose, that it blossoms and dies.
Today I stood taller from walking among the trees.
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
Claude Wheeler opened his eyes before the sun was up and vigorously shook his younger brother, who lay in the other half of the same bed.
I had killed a big snake. I was now a big fellow.
Oh, the Germans classify, but the French arrange.