The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pa >>
There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify -- so that >>
The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all di >>
We never forgive those who make us blush. >>
There's a blush for won t, and a blush for shan't, and a blush for hav >>
The embarrassing thing is that the salad dressing is out-grossing my f >>
There's a blush for won t, and a blush for shan't, and a blush for having done it: There's a blush for thought and a blush for naught, and a blush for just begun it.