There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true rel >>
The dew of compassion is a tear. >>
This sort of adoration of the real is but a heightening of the beau id >>
No doubt Jack the Ripper excused himself on the grounds that it was hu >>
He that is good for making excuses is seldom good for anything else. >>
He who excuses himself, accuses himself. >>
Your letter of excuses has arrived. I receive the letter but do not admit the excuses except in courtesy, as when a man treads on your toes and begs your pardon -- the pardon is granted, but the joint aches, especially if there is a corn upon it.