Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.
We are self-uncertain creatures, and we may Yea, even when we know not, mix our spites And private hates with our defence of Heaven.
We needs must love the highest when we see it.
A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
I am half-sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.
Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.