Who were these clowns?
All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.
We've got to get my friend to a hospital --"
He will always be a slave who does not know how to live upon a little.
Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love, though I'd stepped in it a few times.
I was gratified to be able to answer promptly. I said I don't know.
What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty.