...when evening fell and the grey twilight spread its dusky robe upon the waters, she stretched her arms out to the silent river that had known her sorrow and her joy. And the old river had taken her into its gentle arms, and had laid her weary head upon its bosom, and had hushed away the pain.

“I will not take up your time, dear boy, with telling you what is the matter wit…”

“If you are foolish enough to be contented, don't show it, but grumble with the …”

“I also think pronunciation of a foreign tongue could be better taught than by d…”

“إنا لا نصاب بالحب مرتين. إن كيوبيد لا يطلق سهمين على نفس القلب. وصيفات الحب هن …”