Nothing In The World Is Quite As

Only In Dreams Of Spring Shall I Ever See Again The Flowering Of My Cherry Trees.

It Made Her Think That It Was Curious How Much Nicer A Person Looked When He Smiled. She Had Not Thought Of It Before.

... Justice Is Mercy's Highest Self.

Their Eyes Met With A Singular Directness Of Gaze. Between Them A Spark Passed Which Was Not Afterwards To Be Extinguished, Though Neither Of Them Knew The Moment Of Its Kindling.

That's What I Look At Some People For. I Like To Know About Them. I Think Them Over Afterward.