Sorrow was like the wind. It came in gusts.
Be sincere; be brief; be seated.
It is never too late to give up our prejudices.
It is fortunate to be of high birth, but it is no less so to be of such character that people do not care to know whether you are or are not.
Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid.
The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.
I'm struck by the insidious, computer-driven tendency to take things out of the domain of muscular activity and put them into the domain of mental activity. The transfer is not paying off. Sure, muscles are unreliable, but they represent several million years of accumulated finesse.