Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently. For in the very torrent, tempest, and as I may say, whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!
Think of life as a terminal illness, because, if you do, you will live it with joy and passion, as it ought to be lived.
She screamed as she went down, and I saw her thrashing to get up, but she couldn't, the crowd's pressure was too strong.
If your parents never had children, chances are you won't, either.
No.
Silence is one of the hardest arguments to refute.