I Would Never Use A Long Word,

I Would Never Use A Long Word, Even, Where A Short One Would Answer The Purpose.

The Mind Of A Bigot To The Pupil Of The Eye; The More Light You Pour On It, The More It Contracts.

Nothing Is So Common-place As To Wish To Be Remarkable.

Death Tugs At My Ear And Says, 'live. I Am Coming.

But Friendship Is The Breathing Rose, With Sweets In Every Fold.