I read Plutarch, and Shakespeare, and Don Quixote by the sly, and supplied myself in that way with wandering thoughts, while my tutor was assuring me that an improved man, as distinguished from an ignorant one, was a man who knew the reason why water ran downhill.

retribute to him, so far as calm reason and conscience dictate, what is proportionate to his transgression

It is a completely unnatural act to see a bunch of beer-bellied Teamster film technicians sitting around while you're supposed to be madly in love with somebody, in bed, romping around or taking your clothes off.

I'll text you after my date is over so you know he wasn't an axe murderer.