Forgive my grief for one removed Thy creature whom I found so fair I trust he lives in Thee and there I find him worthier to be loved.

A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.

Faith lives in honest doubt.

A still small voice spake unto me, 'Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?

The greater man the greater courtesy.

Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills. Like footsteps upon wool.

And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.