Sleep hath its own world, and a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, and tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy. |
Smiles form the channels of a future tear. |
So for a good old gentlemanly vice I think I must take up with avarice |
So much alarmed that she is quite alarming, All Giggle, Blush, half Pertness, and half Pout. |
Society is no one polished horde, Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and the Bored |
Society is smoothed to that excess, that manners hardly differ more than dress |
Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them. |
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life. |
Still must I hear? - shall hoarse Fitzgerald bawl / His creaking couplets in a tavern hall, / And I not sing? |
Sublime tobacco! which from east to west Cheers the tar's labor or the Turkman's rest |
Such hath it been - shall be - beneath the sun the many still must labor for the one |
Sweet is revenge - especially to women. |
Switzerland is a curst, selfish, swinish country of brutes, placed in the most romantic region of the world. |
Talent may be in time forgiven, but genius never |
Talk six times with the same single lady and you may get the wedding dress ready |