Emotions really exist at the bottom of the personality or at the top. In the middle$$$ they are acted. This is why all the world is a stage.
When you aren't sincere you need to pretend$$$ and by pretending you end up believing yourself; that's the basic principle of every faith.
Isn't it queer that the things we writhe over at night are seldom wicked things? Just humiliating ones.
I love a book that makes me cry.
She had looked her duty courageously in the face and found it a friend - as duty ever is when we meet it frankly.
He said it twice because he had never said it before$$$ and it sounded funny.
Drinking your milk and talking at the same time may result in your having to be patted on the back and dried for quite a long time afterwords.
Wherever I am$$$ there's always Pooh$$$<br/> There's always Pooh and Me.<br/> Whatever I do$$$ he wants to do$$$<br/> "Where are you going today?" says Pooh:<br/> "Well$$$ that's very odd 'cos I was too.<br/> Let's go together$$$" says Pooh$$$ says he.<br/> "Let's go together$$$" says Pooh.
His dress told her nothing$$$ but his face told her things which she was glad to know.
Promise you won't forget me$$$ ever. Not even when I'm a hundred.