It is never too late to give up our prejudices.
I cried out and my own voice was muffled by the hood.
For the night was not impartial. No, the night loved some more than others, served some more than others.
Memory feeds imagination.
Never read a book through merely because you have begun it.
When we ask for advice, we are usually looking for an accomplice.
It is impossible to walk rapidly and be unhappy.