We needs must love the highest when we see it.
A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
The woman's cause is man's. They rise or sink Together. / Dwarf'd or godlike, bound or free; miserable, / How shall men grow? - Let her be / All that not harms distinctive womanhood.
And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck Shall fling her old shoe after.
The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.
The last great Englishman is low.