I know that two and two make four - and should be glad to prove it too if I could - though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 and 2 into five it would give me much greater pleasure.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.
Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life - and if Virtue is not its own reward I don't know any other stipend annexed to it.