That sort of half sigh, which, accompanied by two or three slight nods of the head, is pity's small change in general society.
London on your own actually seems more exotic than Egypt on a tour.
You can't regret a whole period in your life. . . . It's part of who you are, one of your stories.
It's not that the grass is greener on the other side, it's that you can never be on both sides of the lawn at the same time.
It isn't such a bad thing to always know that someone on the other side of the world cares about you.
You learned that it was easy frighteningly easy to get lost in someone else's life accommodating him and stop being yourself. You learned to be wary about falling in love. And you learned that someone who loved you could stop loving you for some dark reason and even though that was bruising you were more resilient than you knew. Eventually you would get over it more or less.
The highest laws of the land (America) are not only the constitution and constitutional laws, but also contracts.
Strong currents drag many stones and bushes along with them, strong intellects many dense and muddled minds.
Justice, not expedience, must be the guiding light. The orator must fix his eye on the polestar of justice, and plough straight thither. The moment he glances toward expediency, he falls from his high estate.
Yes; poor Bunbury is a dreadful invalid. Well, I must say, Algernon, that I think it is high time that Mr. Bunbury made up his mind whether he was going to live or to die. This shillyshallying with the question is absurd.