God may forgive sins, he said, but awkwardness has no forgiveness in heaven or earth.

A ruddy drop of manly blood The surging sea outweighs, The world uncertain comes and goes; The lover rooted stays.

We boil at different degrees.

Some of your hurts you have cured, And the sharpest you still have survived, But what torments of grief you endured From evils which never arrived!

She was a woman who, between courses, could be graceful with her elbows on the table.

He had the kind of handshake that ought never to be used except as a tourniquet.

She behaves with all the sensitivity of a sex-starved boa constrictor