Her virtue was that she said what she thought, her vice that what she thought didn't amount to much
Her virtue was that she said what she thought, her vice that what she thought didn't amount to much
Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit
The French and the British are such good enemies that they can't resist being friends
Critics search for ages for the wrong word, which, to give them credit, they eventually find
Children are the only form of immortality that we can be sure of
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