Sometimes my hand starts to burn and I am convinced we are writing the same word at the same moment.

If she had seen his face when, safe in his own room, he looked at the picture of a severe and rigid young lady, with a good deal of hair, who appeared to be gazing darkly into futurity, it might have thrown some light upon the subject, especially when he turned off the gas, and kissed the picture in the dark.

How could a woman know that you meant nothing that you said; that you spoke only from habit and to be comfortable? After he no longer meant what he said, his lies were more successful with women than when he had told them the truth.

إن حدائق الخلد لا تُجدي نفعا إذا كانت سجنا!

Written By Homer

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