Dear Jacob, I win. Sincerely, Edward
This self-love is the instrument of our preservation; it resembles the provision for the perpetuity of mankind: it is necessary, it is dear to us, it gives us pleasure, and we must conceal it.
Dear Artificer, I’ve blown my quanta and gone to the Good Place!
Dear Valentine, I love you. Whoever you are.
People want to buy cheap and sell dear; this by itself makes them countertrend. But the notion of cheapness or dearness must be anchored to something. People tend to view the prices they’re used to as normal and prices removed from these levels as aberrant. This perpective leads people to trade counter to an emerging trend on the assumption that prices will eventually return to “normal”. Therein lies the path to disaster.
Often one's dear friend talks something which one scruples to call rigmarole.
We cannot leave the expression of our lives to those better qualified than we are, however dear they may be.
Virtue, dear friend, needs no defense, The surest guard is innocence: None knew, till guilt created fear, What darts or poisoned arrows were
The taxing power of the Federal Government, my dear; the taxing power is sufficient for everything you want and need.
Dear sweet unforgettable childhood.
There are times when you have to obey a call which is the highest of all, i. e. the voice of conscience even though such obedience may cost many a bitter tear, and even more, separation from friends, from family, from the state, to which you may belong, from all that you have held as dear as life itself. For this obedience is the law of our being.
. . . and clung more closely to the dear human love, from which our Father never means us to be weaned, but through which He draws us closer to Himself.
What needs my Shakespeare for his honour'd bones,- The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-y-pointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?
My dear, did you just try to prove the existence of God with your cleavage?
To the dear eye and eloquent tongue, to the soul made of fire, and the character that bends but does not break. . . I am ever tender and true.
Dear young people, let me now ask you a question. What will you leave to the next generation? Are you building your lives on firm foundations, building something that will endure?
The cheapness of wine seems to be a cause, not of drunkenness, but of sobriety. . . . People are seldom guilty of excess in what is their daily fare. . . On the contrary, in the countries which, either from excessive heat or cold, produce no grapes, and where wine consequently is dear and a rarity, drunkenness is a common vice.
Treat yourself as if you were someone inexpressibly dear to you.
Politeness costs nothing. Nothing, that is, to him that shows it; but if often costs the world very dear.
Don't hold yourselves cheap, seeing that the creator of all things and of you estimates your value so high, so dear, that he pours out for you every day the most precious blood of his only-begotten Son.