Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.

Straight between them ran the pathway,
Never grew the grass upon it

Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.

I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.

The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.

Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.