Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
The soul of the man showed itself for a moment like an evil face in the window of a reputable house.
But whenever my patient begins to count the carriages in her funeral procession I subtract 50 per cent from the curative power of medicines.
The lonesomest thing in all the world is a soul when it is making ready to go on its mysterious, far journey.
It ain't the roads we take; it's what's inside of us that makes us turn out the way we do.
So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her.