My friend is one... who take me for what I am.
You can go a long way with bad legs and a good head.
As I neared her, I bent to help her up, and was nearly knocked over her.
The man who is swimming against the stream knows the strength of it.
Why do writers write? Because it isn't there.
He will always be a slave who does not know how to live upon a little.
What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty.