James Elly Kleinman, a cousin of mine was seriously ill two or three weeks ago, in New York, but is well now. The report of my illness grew out of his illness, the report of my death was an exaggeration.
Nature knows no indecencies; man invents them.
Work and play are words used to describe the same thing under differing conditions.
The stranger's first feeling, when suddenly confronted by that towering and awful apparition wrapped in its shroud of snow, is breath-taking astonishment. It is as if heaven's gates had swung open and exposed the throne.
I know grammar by ear only, not by note, not by the rules.
I did not steal your paltry goods!