People want to know more about me. They want to know who I am.
I never hear the rattling of dice that it does not sound to me like the funeral bell of the whole family.
Earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with a harvest.
After all there is something about a wedding-gown prettier than in any other gown in the world.
Marriage is like wine. It is not be properly judged until the second glass.
What a fine-looking thing is war! Yet, dress it as we may, dress and feather it, daub it with gold, huzza it, and sing swaggering songs about it,--what is it, nine times out of ten, but murder in uniform!
A blessed companion is a book--a book that, fitly chosen, is a lifelong friend. . . a book that, at a touch, pours its heart into your own.
Spacemen die if they stay in one place.
Too many things have changed. Too much time has passed. I'm different now, a man with a pocketful of unconnected but terribly vivid memories. I was looking to dredge up what I'd long forgotten. Most of all, I am wishing for something to fasten all these gems, maybe something to hold them in a continuity that I can comprehend.
I am the angel of Reality, Seen for a moment standing in the door.
We know that he has stored secret supplies of biological and chemical weapons throughout his country.