There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts.
On inanimate nature, as on the men and women who cultivated it, a prevalent tendency towards an appearance of vegetating unwillingly—a dejected disposition to give up, and wither away.
For in natures, as in seas, depth answers unto depth.
Dear Doctor Manette, I love your daughter fondly, dearly, disinterestedly, devotedly. If ever there were love in the world, I love her. You have loved yourself; let your old love speak for me!
This particular, as in many others, blustering assertion goes for proof, half over the world.
People like us don't go out at night cause people like them see us for what we are.