Sack over my head and cinched it tight around my windpipe.
I didn't even breathe.
Talking with you is sort of the conversational equivalent of an out of body experience.
Wit makes its own welcome, and levels all distinctions. No dignity, no learning, no force of character, can make any stand against good wit.
He will always be a slave who does not know how to live upon a little.
The world tolerates conceit from those who are successful, but not from anybody else.
It really doesn't matter if the person who hurt you deserves to be forgiven. Forgiveness is a gift you give yourself. You have things to do and you want to move on.
Because we don't think about future generations, they will never forget us.
There is no end to the adventures that we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.