You can't live on air, you know, my dear, or on love either, especially as this last is nonexistent.
— from In Queer Street by Fergus Hume
For in nature there can be neither a first nor a last:—all that we can see, smell, taste, touch, are means, and only in a qualified sense, and by the defect of our language, entitled ends.
— from The Literary Remains of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Volume 4 by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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