Believe in love at first sight.
. . . long journeys are strange things: if we were always to continue in the same mind we are in at the end of a journey, we should never stir from the place we were then in. . .
We are never satisfied with having done well; and in endeavoring to do better, we do much worse.
When I step into this library, I cannot understand why I ever step out of it.
There are twelve hours in the day, and above fifty in the night.
there are some people who never acknowledge themselves in the wrong; God help them!
long journeys are strange things: if we were always to continue in the same mind we are in at the end of a journey, we should never stir from the place we were then in: but Providence in kindness to us causes us to forget it. It is much the same with lying-in women. Heaven permits this forgetfulness that the world may be peopled, and that folks may take journeys to Provence.
This is an absurd moral, for you and I both know that sometimes not only is it good to lie, it is necessary to lie.
Oft morning dreams presage approaching fate, For morning dreams, as poets tell, are true.
They strip-searched me!" he burst out. "Me! Old enough to be their grandfather and they made me stand naked in the road, my things all unpacked in the mud!
Acceptance is the word we must substitute for dependence in dealing with the aged. Their acceptance of help, ours of their need.