One morning, about four o'clock, I was driving my car just about as fast as I could. I thought, Why am I out this time of night? I was miserable, and it came to me: I'm falling in love with somebody I have no right to fall in love with.
Study is the bane of childhood, the oil of youth, the indulgence of adulthood, and a restorative in old age.
The particular article ought in my opinion to be treated with absolute contempt. It is too vile to touch.