Time passes, Time the consoler, Time the anodyne.
It is impossible, in our condition of Society, not to be sometimes a Snob.
Oh, my young friends, how delightful is the beginning of a love-business, and how undignified, sometimes, the end!
Fairy roses, fairy rings, turn out sometimes troublesome things.
Dare and the world always yields; or if it beats you sometimes, dare it again and it will succumb.