Bohemia is nothing more than the little country in which you do not live. If you try to obtain citizenship in it, at once the court and retinue pack the royal archives and treasure and move away beyond the hills.
We may achieve climate, but weather is thrust upon us.
There is one day that is ours. Thanksgiving Day is the one day that is purely American.
By rights you're a king. If I was you, I'd call for a new deal.
The Venturer is one who keeps his eye on the hedgerows and wayside groves and meadows while he travels the road to Fortune.
She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).
