She had spears of straw and grass in her hair, not like Ophelia gone mad through contact with Hamlet's madness, but because she had slept in some stable loft.
The void in the heart does not accommodate itself to a proxy.
Laughter is sunshine, it chases winter from the human face.
He seemed to say to Fate: You wouldn't dare.
The straight line, a respectable optical illusion which ruins many a man.
Let no one misunderstand our idea; we do not confound what are called 'political opinions' with that grand aspiration after progress with that sublime patriotic, democratic, and human faith, which, in our days, should be the very foundation of all generous intelligence.