As her time in Florence drew to a close$$$ she was only at ease amongst those to whom she felt indifferent.
There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart.
They had never struggled$$$ and only a struggle twists sentimentality and lust together into love.
One is certain of nothing but the truth of one's own emotions.
She must be assured that it is not a criminal offense to love at first sight.
She only felt that the candle would burn better$$$ the packing go easier$$$ the world be happier$$$ if she could give and receive some human love.
I do like Christmas on the whole.... In its clumsy way$$$ it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But it is clumsier every year.
I cannot discover that anyone knows enough to say definitely what is and what is not possible.
You can't learn in school what the world is going to do next year.
Any customer can have a car painted any colour that he wants so long as it is black.